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you could always hear the rub squeakingof those two tree limbs'til one day one of them came downtaken down by the windbut on the one that's still thereyou can still see where the bark wasrubbed bareit's a metaphor if you know what I meanhow have you been?me and youand your girlfriend makes threein the interest of even numbers
I will make myself scarce
I will make myself scarcely mebut I'll be outside your window at nightpull up your shadesleave on your light
I don't want to come in between
I just want to knowhow have you been
I leave for a livingmusic's just something I doon my way out the doorand I'd do almost anything oncesomething about you
I think I'd do you moreif I had my way I'd stay hereand watch your hair grow for a whileit makes me smile just to dream of ithow have you been
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