If I were you, I'd change my name
Live in a pumpkin field in Maine
And hang a rotting roller coaster

From a treeline near my house
And every other early morning
I'd feed apples to the birds
That visit me from time to time
When their beaks wish to speak with mine
And maybe if you were me
You'd come and sleep next to me
And we could gargle on the roof
While plucking bow ties from our hair
And if I were you I wonder
If you know just how much I love you
When I left your body and returned to mine

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