And I will bury the bones of the summer spent away from home,
And I will color the roses colors you have never seen before,
And I will write this poetry in baseball mitts and bus tickets,
The various guest bedrooms that I have slept in
Do doo doo doo doo doo
Do doo doo doo doo doo
Do doo doo doo doo doo
Do doo doo doo doo doo
And I'll teach you how to skip stones if you forget your phone
The ocean sings so breathlessly
I hope to God you get a good night's sleep
Right here by the old pine tree
Right here, right next to me
Right here by the old pine tree
Right here, right next to me
And I will bury the bones of the summer spent away from home,
And I will color the roses colors you have never seen before,
And I will write this poetry in baseball mitts and bus tickets,
The various guest bedrooms that I have slept in
Do doo doo doo doo doo
Do doo doo doo doo doo
Do doo doo doo doo doo
Do doo doo doo doo doo
And I've been getting stoned off the winter's, winter's soul
And blueberry wants to be chocolates
And trace figure-eights in your skin
And I've been keeping conversations
with Forrest whether the box can win
It's the longest, longest winter around
Longest, longest winter around
Longest, longest winter around
Longest, longest winter around
Longest, longest winter around
Longest, longest winter around
Longest, longest winter around
Longest, longest winter around

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