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Green was the color of the grassWhere I used to read at Centennial ParkI used to think I would meet somebody thereTeal was the color of your shirtWhen you were sixteen at the yogurt shopYou used to work at to make a little moneyTime, curious timeGave me no compasses, gave me no signsWere there clues I didn't see?And isn't it just so pretty to thinkAll along there was someInvisible stringTying you to me?Ooh-oh-ooh-oohBad was the blood of the song in the cabOn your first trip to LAYou ate at my favorite spot for dinnerBold was the waitress on our three-year tripGetting lunch down by the LakesShe said I looked like an American singerTime, mystical timeCutting me open, then healing me fineWere there clues I didn't see?And isn't it just so pretty to thinkAll along there was someInvisible stringTying you to me?Ooh-ooh-ooh-oohA string that pulled meOut of all the wrong arms, right into that dive barSomething wrappedall of my past mistakes in barbed wireChains around my demonsWool to brave the seasonsOne single thread of goldTied me to youCold was the steel of my axe to grindFor the boys who broke my heartNow I send their babies presentsGold was the color of the leavesWhen I showed you around Centennial ParkHell was the journey but it brought me heavenTime, wondrous timeGave me the blues and then purple-pink skiesAnd it's coolBaby, with meAnd isn't it just so pretty to thinkAll along there was someInvisible stringTying you to me?Ooh-ooh-ooh-oohOoh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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