Taylor Swift – seven

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 Please picture me in the trees, I hit my peak at seven
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 Feet in the swing over the creek, I was too scared to jump in
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But I, I was high in the sky, with Pennsylvania under
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 me,    are there still beautiful things?

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   Sweet tea in the summer, cross your heart, won't tell no other
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   And though I can’t recall your face, I still got love for
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 you, your braids like a pattern, love you to the Moon and to Saturn
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   Passed down like folk songs,  the love lasts so

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   long
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   And I've been meaning to tell you
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I think your house is haunted, your dad is always mad and that must be
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 why, and I think you should come live with me
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And we can be pirates, then you won't have to cry
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Or hide in the closet, and just like a folk song, our love will be passed on

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 Please picture me in the weeds, before I learned
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civility, I used to scream ferociously, any time I wanted

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   I,     I

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   Sweet tea in the summer, cross my heart, won’t tell no other
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   And though I can't recall your face, I still got love for you
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   Pack your dolls and a sweater,  we’ll move to India forever
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   Passed down like folk songs,  our love lasts so

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   long
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