The roots too deep below the ground,
I like to walk with you in the evening,
Up the hill and back down,
I watch the mailboat from the clearing
My mind is so confused, I climb back on top of you,
And I'm changing the ribbon, in this old Underwood,
Well step out of your dress, and I'll wear you like a hood,
For hood is a home, for someone who lives alone
I draw a line from A to B, and what happens in between,
It is an open mystery, As far as I can see,
My mind is so confused, I climb back on top of you,
And I'm changing the ribbon, in this old Underwood,
Well step out of your dress, and I'll wear you like a hood,
For hood is a home, for someone who lives alone
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