| Let it rain, my house won’t collapse
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| Let the wind blow just as hard as it likes
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| We’ll hunker down and watch between the boughs
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| We’ll bend and sway with the storm
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| And in the morning we’ll see the sun
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| In the winter we’ll all be gone
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| I’ll fix the broken door when we come home
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| And gather up all the unraveled parts
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| And put them right again and sweep away the leaves
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| And all of the dying snow
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| All of the dying snow
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| Love’s an unraveling birds nest
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| Falling to straw upon the ground
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| And carried by the wind until
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| It’s scattered all around
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| Now, you might never notice it
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| But when it’s forever gone
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| Love’s an unraveling birds nest
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| Falling to straw upon the ground
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| When the fires come we’ll surrender and move on
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| We’ll gather our branches in another town
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| And find our place in the highest part
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| And to our new neighbors we’ll nod and shake
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| And borrow and share and give away
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| It’ll all come back to us one day
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| If the seasons come to an end
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| Can you even imagine that?
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| When the wheel won’t turn again
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| That’s when we’ll be still
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| Our love is a bird nest on the ground
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| Unraveling and soaking wet and stepped on
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| We’ll put it in a high tree that sways
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| And all the broken parts will be replaced
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| So we can look through the boughs for all our days
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| And watch the wheel turn
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| Watch the wheel turn |