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what are you feeling hyped about? (i hope 1989 taylor's version is on the list!) |
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we can build a treehouse in the pine trees, we can keep our secrets buried underneath. wildflowers crush between your fingers, clinging to the wild things that raised us. compass points you home, calling out from the east. compass points you anywhere, closer to me. if we make it out alive from the depths of the sea, compass points you anywhere closer to me. where you are, i will be. miles high, in the deep. where you are, i will be. anywhere in between. take me to the garden of your ecstasy, make myself a headband from your fallen leaves. woven in the fabric of your tapestry, cover me in honeysuckle memories. compass points you home, calling out from the east. compass points you anywhere, closer to me. if we make it out alive from the depths of the sea, compass points you anywhere closer to me. where you are, i will be. miles high, in the deep. where you are, i will be. anywhere in between. i will take the pieces, put them back together even when the grass isn't green enough. taking all the branches, build ourselves a mansion. love you in the way that you needed love. where you are, i will be. where you are, i will be. miles high, in the deep. where you are, i will be. anywhere in between.
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