I saw the autumn leaves peel up off the street,
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take wing on the balmy breeze and sweep you off your feet.
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You blushed as they scooped you up on sugar maple wings,
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to gaze down on the city below, ablaze with wondrous things.
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Downy feathers kiss your face and flutter everywhere.
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Reality is a lovely place but I wouldn't want to live there.
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I wouldn't wanna live there!
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Weighed down by heavy lids and lunar lullabies,
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I knew you were wide awake because you smile with your eyes.
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Downy feathers kiss your face and flutter everywhere.
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Reality is a lovely place but I wouldn't want to live there.
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From the green belt balcony, the wildfires look so pretty.
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Ponderosa canopy, I'd never leave if it were up to me.
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To the ruby redwood tree, and to the velvet climbing ivy:
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painted all mahogany, I'd never leave if it were up to me.
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..If it were up to me..
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With a starry brush, paint the dusk venetian blue,
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because in the evening hush, you'll never believe the view.
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And when the leaves return and their whisperings fill the night,
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they'll freeze and burn where fire and ice collide.
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Can you feel a silk embrace in the satin air?
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If we dissolve without a trace, will the real world even care?
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Downy feathers kiss your face and flutter everywhere.
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Reality is a lovely place but I wouldn't want to live there.
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I wouldn't want to live there!
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I saw the autumn leaves peel up off the street,
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take wing on the balmy breeze and sweep you off your feet.
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The Real World
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Owl City |