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Drew You A Picture

 

Drew You A Picture


He got in it, and he drew up the covers
The purple crayon dropped on the floor, and Harold dropped off to sleep

I drew you a picture that looks just like my love
And every color's in it
The yellow is my hat and the purple is the path
And the orange is for your jacket
Even though your jacket's black
'Cause I know you'd like that
Yes, I know that that tracks
I'll be borrowing the fabric
Can I have it till you're back?

You can draw your own path, mine is just a suggestion
You can keep the picture if you need a direction
Use it as a reference if you're writer's blocked
If you need an idea, I'm right down the block

But, he didn't seem to be getting anywhere on the long, straight path
So, he left the path for a shortcut across the field
And the moon went with it

Light, light, light, light, long and winding road
Light, light, light, light, lead me to my home
Light, light, light, light, long and winding road
Light, light, light, light, lead me to my home

I made you a playlist that sounds just like my love
And every genre's in it
The metalheads screaming and the freestylers, they wing it
And the soul singers sing it so their listeners can feel it
Kinda like how you've let me feel it, so I will scream it
So I will wing it, so I will sing it
Kinda like how you've let me feel it, so I will scream it
So I will wing it, so I will

Harold knew that the higher up he went, the farther he could see
So, he decided to make the hill into a mountain
If he went high enough, he thought, he could see the window of his bedroom
He was tired, and he felt he ought to be getting to bed
He hoped he could see his bedroom window from the top of the mountain
But, as he looked down over the other side he slipped
And there wasn't any other side of the mountain
He was falling in thin air
But, luckily, he kept his wits and his purple crayon

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