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  • In my head I found you there
    And running around and following me
    But you don’t dare
    But I find that I have now more than I ever wanted to
    So maybe Thomas Jefferson wasn’t born
    In your backyard like you have said
    And maybe I’m just the horizon you run to
    When she has left you there
    You are here in my head
    And running around and calling me
    “Come back I’ll show you the roses that brush off the snow
    And open their petals again and again”
    And you know that apple green ice cream can melt in your hands
    I can’t so I held your hand at the fair
    And even forgot what time it was
    And even if Thomas Jefferson wasn’t born
    In your backyard like you have said
    And maybe I’m just the horizon you run to
    When she has left you and me here alone on the floor
    You’re counting my feathers as the bells toll
    You see the bow and belt and the girl from the south
    All favorites of mine, you know them all well
    And spring brings fresh little puddles
    That makes it all clear, makes it all
    Do you know
    Do you know what this is doing to me
    Here
    Here
    Here
    Here in my head
  • In my head I found you there
    And running around and following me
    But you don’t dare
    But I find that I have now more than I ever wanted to
    So maybe Thomas Jefferson wasn’t born
    In your backyard like you have said
    And maybe I’m just the horizon you run to
    When she has left you there
    You are here in my head
    And running around and calling me
    “Come back I’ll show you the roses that brush off the snow
    And open their petals again and again”
    And you know that apple green ice cream can melt in your hands
    I can’t so I held your hand at the fair
    And even forgot what time it was
    And even if Thomas Jefferson wasn’t born
    In your backyard like you have said
    And maybe I’m just the horizon you run to
    When she has left you and me here alone on the floor
    You’re counting my feathers as the bells toll
    You see the bow and belt and the girl from the south
    All favorites of mine, you know them all well
    And spring brings fresh little puddles
    That makes it all clear, makes it all
    Do you know
    Do you know what this is doing to me
    Here
    Here
    Here
    Here in my head