One, two, three, four.
Yeah, everything will be just fine.
Just dream of the lofty pines.
Well, I dreamed of the lofty pines.
At least what I thought.
They were standing in the forest after night time.
Swaying so cool and sure.
Sure had never been so wrong.
Sure liked the title of the perfect song.
Now for the spectacular part.
Just then a pack of matches fell.
A logo of a tree in a heart.
From the lofty pines motel.
All the while our dreams were our own.
All the while it didn't mean we're alone.
Well, I gave the editor my pitch.
I said,
Series on our cultural wealth
They're a catalogue and list
I call it why we fight ourselves
If only we had nothing to say
If only we'd done nothing that day
I dream of the lofty past
I dream of the lofty past
I dream of the lofty past
I dream of the lofty past
I dream of the lofty past
I dream of the lofty past

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