Lyrics by Tamara Williamson
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There’s a lane beside a highway
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That takes you somewhere
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Where people still care
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In painted houses and corner shopping
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With running rivers that still have fishes
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And I’ll kiss you in yellow fields
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And we can make a home
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And work fingers to the bone
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And lie exhausted beside a fire
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And talk about the time
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Before we found the lane
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You ... Dream ... You ... Dream with me
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He packs a bag ‘cause it’s too quiet
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And up the dusty bank onto the highway
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And goes through places he’s never heard of
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The angry crowd did think that he’s a space
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cadet
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And I’ll need you to make me sober
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And I’ll kiss this all goodbye
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And make up some alibi
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You ... Dream ... You ... Dream with me
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You ... Dream ... You ... Dream with me
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Scapegoat
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| Microbunny |
