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swinging in the playground, kicking off the sky
sun is on my face, I like the taste so I close my eyes
I lean my back into it, I don’t hold on too tight
you could take the chains, it’s all the same to me ‘cuz I’m still flying

absolutely, absolutely

so I took my shoes off, left ‘em in the car
I got a sleeveless shirt on, say the word and undressed we are
you could take me here, you could take me there
it wouldn’t matter if you’d rather take me anywhere

I picked this spot out
for us and nobody else
except maybe ants and kings of smaller things

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when I’m laying my head on down
and I’m letting my feet go bare
and I’m running my hands around
I throw the grass into your hair
it’s a little hot for clothes on,
a little quiet here
it’s a little, no it’s not, it’s absolutely perfect

taking off to Texas, leave my hang-ups here
don’t know just how long I’ll be gone, maybe all year
going to a rodeo, ride the bull around
or I’ll stay here singing, right here swinging upside down

I picked this spot out
for us and nobody else
except maybe ants and kings of smaller things

CHORUS

sometimes everything’s fine… sometimes everything’s fine…

CHORUS
swinging in the playground, kicking off the sky   sun is on my face, I like the taste so I close my eyes   I lean my back into it, I don’t hold on too tight   you could take the chains, it’s all the same to me ‘cuz I’m still flying      absolutely, absolutely      so I took my shoes off, left ‘em in the car   I got a sleeveless shirt on, say the word and undressed we are   you could take me here, you could take me there   it wouldn’t matter if you’d rather take me anywhere      I picked this spot out    for us and nobody else   except maybe ants and kings of smaller things      CHORUS   when I’m laying my head on down   and I’m letting my feet go bare   and I’m running my hands around   I throw the grass into your hair   it’s a little hot for clothes on,   a little quiet here   it’s a little, no it’s not, it’s absolutely perfect      taking off to Texas, leave my hang-ups here   don’t know just how long I’ll be gone, maybe all year   going to a rodeo, ride the bull around   or I’ll stay here singing, right here swinging upside down      I picked this spot out    for us and nobody else   except maybe ants and kings of smaller things      CHORUS      sometimes everything’s fine… sometimes everything’s fine…      CHORUS