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Oh, Julie
I think of you sometimes
When the cherry trees
Are in bloom in the spring time, oh

I wanted love like in the songs I knew
So I wrote your song before I'd talked to you
Said, Wanna get fries and go down to the bay
You said, That's the worst pick up line I've heard today

Oh, Julie
You weren't the one I thought
Would save me
From getting what I want, oh

On a walk through Änggårdsbergen
Down through Botanical Garden
You said in your mind you'd married and divorced me
So now we could hang out like we're already forty

Oh, Julie
In every photo I snapped
You were blurry
As if your essence defied being trapped, oh

I think I used my songs similar
To how Andy Warhol used his camera
To approach the human object
While keeping distance to it's orbit

Oh, Julie
I was a fetishist who pined for a shoe
But found me
A whole woman and had to make do, oh

I don't remember any ending
If you and me were even a thing
I just remember a beginning of something
The way the flowers burned that spring

Oh, Julie
It's not like I regret anything
I'm just nostalgic
For what never came into being, oh

And I haven't forgotten
The Botanical Garden
20 years have soon gone
But the cherry trees are still in blossom

Julie
You'll always be with me, my friend
You're in every
Song I've ever written

Oh, Julie