Have a seat upon this branch of mine
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It's been a while honey I think I feel fine
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I see the question mark a top your spine
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I've got a ladder honey won't you let me climb
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Tell me all about your foreign wars
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And all about the photographs that line your drawers
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Cause I know a lot about closing doors
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But not enough about what opens up yours
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Oh my my
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Oh my stars
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Everything you see is ours
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Or it could be if you would try
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I wish you would
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I wish you might
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Oh oh
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If everything you've said to me has been true
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Then all my stars are leading me to you
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Ooh ooh ooh ooh
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Have a seat upon this branch of mine
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It's been a while honey won't you take your time
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And I see the question mark a top your spine
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I've got a ladder honey wont you let me climb
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Oh my my
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Oh my stars
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Everything you see is ours
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Or it could be if you would try
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I wish you would
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I wish you might
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Oh oh
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If everything you've said to me has been true
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Then all my stars are leading me to you
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Ooh ooh ooh ooh
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Oh my my
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Oh my stars
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Oh My Stars
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| Andrew Belle |
