(Carly Simon)
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I'm home again in my old narrow bed
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Where I grew tall and my feet hung over the end
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The low beam room with the window looking out
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On the soft summer garden
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Where the boys grew in the trees
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Here I grew guilty
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And no one was at fault
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Frightened by the power in every innocent thought
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And the silent understanding passing down
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From daughter to daughter
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Let the boys grow in the trees
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Do you go to them or do you let them come to you
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Do you stand in back afraid that you'll intrude
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Deny yourself and hope someone will see
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And live like a flower
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While the boys grew in the trees
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Last night I slept in sheets the colour of fire
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Tonight I lie alone again and curse my own desires
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Sentenced first to burn and then to freeze
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And watch by the window
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Where the boys grew in the trees
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Boys In The Trees
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Carly Simon |