One, two, three, four
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Underneath the lilac tree
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I close my eyes and suddenly
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I'm ten years old and running through
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An open field, chasing after you
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Sounds of summer fill my ears
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If I live 10,000 years
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I'll never feel as good as this
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Moments before our first kiss
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There is nothing to demand
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No algebra to understand
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Just sunlight on a freckled face
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And everything in its right place
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Simple things turn magical
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Minutes freeze like Popsicles
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And drip their seconds down our shirts
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I love you so much it hurts
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There's no such thing as real time
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I've been yours and you've been mine
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And we've lived ever happily
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Everywhere I've been you've been with me
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There is nothing to control
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No question mark left on our souls
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Just sunlight on a freckled face
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There is nothing to demand
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No politics to understand
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Just sunlight on a freckled face
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Everything in its right place
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Everything in its right place
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And I want to give you a brand new sky
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Something so open, it brings tears to your eyes
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So clear and so present, it doesn't seem real
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I want to show you how you make me feel
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I want to give you a brand new dream
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Where two horses drink from a silver stream
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As the trees catch fire they lift their heads
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And bolt together through the forest across our beds
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I want to bring you the fields of flowers
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I want to build you Eiffel Towers
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Take the clouds in the evening, turn 'em into stars
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And drop 'em like keys through your prison bars
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Set you free, yeah
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Sunlight
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| Mason Jennings |
