Your slim frame
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Your eager eyes and your wild mane
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Oh, they keep me where I belong
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All wrapped up in wrong
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You're to blame
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For wasted words of sad refrain
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Oh, let them take me where they may
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Believe me when I say
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I will be your accident if you will be my ambulance
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And I will be your screech and crash if you will be my crutch and cast
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And I will be your one more time if you will be my one last chance
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Oh oh, fall for me
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Your slim frame
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Your simple stare and your wrong, wrong name
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Oh, they keep me where I belong
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All strung out in song
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Why so tame?
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We could shoot wilder vines through younger veins
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Sip slow from night's deep wells
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And watch our gardens swell
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Once the seeds are sown
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Wild and overgrown, you'll see
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Heart's colors changed like leaves
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Oh sweet, sweet tree, fall for me
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Fall fast, fall free, fall for me
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Because I will be your ambulance if you will be my accident
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And I will be your screech and crash if you will be my crutch and cast
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And I will be your one more time if you will be my one last chance
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Oh sweet tree, fall with me
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Fall fast, fall free, fall with me
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Ambulance
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