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I could lay down on green swedish moss Wherever my bed roll could be tossed I could find sleep in the back of a cab......
Maybe the rain's holding off Surely it knows we're down here Walking 'round there barefoot lost Pretty soon these clouds've got to clear I know......
I put an apb on you tonight searchlights citywide I flash your face upon the news at nine I put the heat on high whatever......
Soon we'll count the rings inside all one by one Wondering if i could point to the place Where we first slept 'neath it's branches......