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Grow me an ocean
Cut me some trees
And build me an island

Stand on the corner
Flag down a streetcar
Go somewhere and phone him
And ask him where my thoughts are

I'm gonna say to him, "Are my thoughts with you, babe?
How twisted they are, babe
Since you went away, babe
I ain't been thinking too straight"

And if that don't get through
I'm gonna build me a flower
Sit down in the morning dew
And kiss it every hour

I'm gonna turn out the lights
Turn on the night, give up the fight
Go for a flight, catch me a kite
Who cares what's right or wrong
When I get to the moon, rent me a room
Sit in the gloom all alone

And cry my thoughts with you, babe
How twisted, babe, are they?
You know, since you went away, babe
I ain't been thinking too straight

I'm gonna turn out the lights
Turn on the night, give up the fight
Go for a flight, catch me a kite
Who cares what's right or wrong
When I get to the moon, rent me a room
Sit in the gloom all alone and cry are my thoughts with you babe

Grow me an ocean
Cut me some trees