Favorite Places

On this block, there's a garden.
 Tucked away behind this carriage house.
 I can see it from the window.
 Stretching toward the sidewalk.
 And though I look there every day.
 I've never found the entrance
 To this perfect little place I'd like to go
 But still, it's one of my favorite places
 One of my most favorite places
 A patch of green I've only seen from much too far away
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 When I was five or six,
 I started drawing crayon colored pictures
 Of a magic land that floated high above the treetops
 And every night I'd fall asleep and dream that I could fly there
 That I'd built this floating kingdom in the sky
 And still, I try 'cause it is one of my favorite places
 One of my most favorite places
 But here's the twist, it can't exist. So why do I keep thinking that it does?
 All my life, I've imagined all these places
 Sketching each and every blueprint in my mind
 And all I want is someone who can help me
 Reach these places that I dream about
 But never seem to find
 Because all of my favorite places
 All of my most favorite places
 Are places that I've never been
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 I wake up to that woman sleeping well into the morning
 I like watching how the sunlight trickles down her shoulder
 And though I've tried so many times to tell her that I love her
 I haven't found a way inside her heart
 And it is one of my favorite places
 One of my most favorite places
 One more favorite place I've never been.