If i could write you in a novel
i'd portray you on a farm somewhere in france i could diagram the story
i could see that you escape
i could disguise you and drive you to the cape but i never want to tell you why all of this happened
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and if i could send you letters
i would sculpt my words with insights
from six centuries
i could talk of my philosophy
watching stars out on the dock
i could argue all the finer points
of kant, rousseau and locke
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but i never want to fear anything that i say and i never want to stop you
or keep you from play
and i never never never never ever
want to run away
from my own life
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one day (when there's fairer weather)
one day (when you feel much better)
one day soon (when it's so much clearer) one day soon
none of this will matter
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so if i brought you painted flowers
could i take you to new orleans for the summer i could read to you from dickinson
on her battle with herself
and complain about the heat there
and effects it has on health
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but i'm never gonna tell you
how crazy you make me
i'm never gonna be what you wish you were lately and i never never never never ever
hope you feel this far
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one day (when there's fairer weather)
one day (when you feel much better)
one day soon (when it's so much clearer) one day soon
none of this will matter
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sleeping on the hammock
and wincing as the rain's beginning
writing off the whole thing
pretending that i never noticed
drifting in the aftermath
afterwards it changes
all the suffixes and subtleties
binding me to latter statements
said in anger
said to strangers
stranger things have happened
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one day (when there's fairer weather)
one day (when you feel much better)
one day soon
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but i never want to be the one
you once regretted
and i never want to make you
or take you for granted
and i never want to learn it
or we might forget it
and i never never never never ever
want to change this
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one day soon (when there's fairer weather) one day soon (when you feel much better) one day soon