Now that its june, we'll sleep out in the garden
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And if it rains, we'll just sink in to the mud
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Where it is quiet and much cooler than the house is
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And there is no clocks or phones to wake us up
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Because I have learned that nothing is as pressing
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As the one who is pressing would like you to believe
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And I am content to walk a little slower
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Because there is nowhere that I really need to be
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I find that life is easier when it is just a blur
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With no details to confuse who or what or where I was
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So when the ending comes the full regret will seem obscure
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But these are days we dream about when the sunlight paints us gold
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And this apartment could not be prettier as when we danced up there alone
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This tv is old, the color is fucked, do you see the
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Difference in the shades?
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But the green is still close to green, my love
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And I believe we are the same
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And we'll stay like this, all gold and green
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The light collects and projects your heart on a movie screen
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And if you close your eyes
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We will always be the way we were that night
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You crawled inside of me
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And you slept in my blood the way you sleep now
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The quietest hush has consumed this house
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And when the doctors are gone and you sweat through the bed
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With all these pictures and pills they piled around your head
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Just rest now, and in a moment you will know everything
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Was it just a dream?
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It's too vague now to recount.
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And outline of the one you loved in a life that was not longer will be stands
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Above you as you sleep.
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The Difference In The Shades
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| Bright Eyes |
