Taylor Swift - (Folklore) 7. Seven

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Please picture me in the tree's
I hit my peak at seven
Feet in the swing over the creak
I was too scared to jump in
But I I was high in the sky
With Pennsylvania under me
Are there still beautiful things,

Sweet tea in the summer
Cross your heart won't tell no other
And though I can't recall your face
I still got love for you
Your braids like a pattern
Love you to the moon and Saturn
Passed down like folk songs
The love that lasts so long,

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

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

Sweet tea in the summer
Cross my heart I won't tell no other
And thought I can't recall your face
I still got love for you
Pack your dolls and a sweater
We'll move to India forever
Passed down like folk songs
Our love last so long.

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