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[Verse 1]
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Ooh, I wanna be in the picture on the postcard
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Pouring pitchers in the backyard by the garden we tend
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Ooh, I wanna be where the crickets chirp for me
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Frogs that fractal at my feet
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By a dirt road dead end
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Where the matches burn like candles, no locks on the door
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We can blow the seeds of dandelions, wish for nothing more
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Where the sunrise comes early, but the night’s still very long
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And the constellations mirror glistening dewdrops on the lawn
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I feel the grass between my toes already

[Chorus]
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Ooh, I wanna be, in a place I can call a place to get away from it all

[Instrumental]
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[Verse 2]
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Ooh I wanna be, in an autumn pastel landscape
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An odd, attractive escape out two miles from downtown
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Ooh I wanna be, where it’s always apple season
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Underneath the dancing trees where we know up is down
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Where the television’s broken and the campfire’s smoking
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And we’re hopeful for tomorrow cause we know we had today
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We’re laughing and we’re joking with no criticism spoken
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If the clouds come out and drown the town we’ll still go out and play
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I can feel the hands to hold already

[Chorus]
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Ooh, I wanna be, in a place I can call a place to get away from it all

[Instrumental]
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[Bridge]
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Well, I know the day is far away, and if it comes it will not stay
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But I can’t chase the flavor from my mind
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Well this is my lysergide daydream. It’s not a plan, not half a scheme
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To find that place to bathe my two bare tired and worn out feet

[Chorus]
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No, I don't believe there's a place I can call a place to get away from it all
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No, I don't believe there's a place I can call a place to get away from it

[Outro]

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