I got the top off of my car,
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Driving into the setting sun.
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I got love in my heart,
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Now I'm going to give it to someone.
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Oh I haven't met you yet,
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But I know where you will be.
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Traveling this same road
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With a backpack soul,
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Out there, somewhere, just like me
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Someday we will meet
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And we'll park neath the apple trees
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In an orchard, by a barn
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Listen to some late night radio
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Watch the satellites and stars
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And I will hold you in my arms,
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Till we both fall asleep.
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Underneath the apple trees.
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Will I meet you on a bus,
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Or a narrow street cafe,
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Find you in a Sunday market,
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Or a lonely park bench in the shade.
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Do you like you coffee strong,
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Do you sleep in when it rains.
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All those little things about you girl,
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I can't wait to learn someday.
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You know I'm on my way,
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And we'll park neath the apple trees,
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In an orchard, by a barn.
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Listen to some late night radio,
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Watch the satellites and stars.
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And I will hold you in my arms,
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Till we both fall asleep.
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Underneath the apple trees, yeah.
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When I was just a boy
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I'd run barefoot beneath those leaves
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Throwing rotten apples,
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Building forts,
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Rake the leaves.
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I guess I never grew up
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Cause I still believe in love
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And that that day will come
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And we'll park neath the apple trees,
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In an orchard, by a barn.
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Listen to some late night radio,
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Watch the satelites and stars.
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And I will hold you in my arms,
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Till we both fall asleep.
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Underneath the apple trees,
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Underneath the apple trees.
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Underneath The Apple Trees
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| Dean Brody |
