All trees are oaks
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And all birds are blue
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In the mountains of a magnet
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Are the mountains of you
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I'm proud of my genius just like a painter
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and dumb like a poet I think I can, I think I can
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Just say it, From the throats, From the throats of our wrists
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With full sets of teeth, Vanilla almond teeth
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From vanilla almond tea
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Spent afternoons, Spent afternoons, Measuring time in spoons
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Where forget-me-nots and marigolds and other things
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That don't get old, Just don't get old
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But between one June and September you're all I rememember
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But I'm a lantern, my head a moon
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I married a room. I married a room
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All trees are oaks
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And all birds are blue
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Well I do
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What's 80 miles in Canada or 18 years in mountain time, time
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A southern run for a late longing to drink
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All trees are oaks and all birds are blue, Well I do
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All trees are oaks and all birds are blue, I do
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I thought everyone was you
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Where forget-me-nots and marigolds and other things
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That don't get old, Just don't get old
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Between one June and September
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You're all I remember
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But I'm a lantern, My head a moon
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I married a room I married a room
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Forget me not's and marigolds
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And other things that do't get old
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(Forget-me-nots and marigolds)
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But between one June and september you're all I remember
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(Forget-me-nots and marigolds)
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I'm a lantern, My head a moon. I married a room.
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(Forget-me-nots and marigold)
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Where I'll keep my hands in order
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And what about the air, The air lying awake
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And what about the air, The air, lying awake.
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What about about the air, The air, lying awake.
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Forget Me
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| The Promise Ring |
