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If we were kids again we'd hang out almost everydayRunning through woods at dawn finding the magic in thingsYou'd help me up the tree, holding me up to the top of the branchesOpen your book to read the story that felt like we were already inWhere you're the king of the apple treesIn the orchard where I'd come to eatWhere we'd pull the wings off beesTo build a bed in the top of the barnHumming through grass we'd sing out in the fields with the wind in our earsWhere nights are long and in the day you'd paint and I'd write about outer spaceWhere I'm the queen of the creek and the banks where you come to drink Swimming through birch and bark tell you my secrets of how I can flyAnd I'll show you how tonight over bread and some white wine on iceAnd I'll draw a bath and we'll cram inAnd we'll write this story as we beginAnd on the bus we're still living in the pages of our book that we have writtenAnd as if the wheels have turned to wingsTraveled back to our world filled with birch trees & broken barns From Letras Mania