My mind is like a deadwood dropping on the sea
Floating likely
Dwifting slowly
Mornings are like the branches blown down by the storm
Nothing to hold on
Missing lost warmth
Is it your day yes maybe
We didn't notice what happened to you and me
We all grow like pale trees
The shallow root stops us from breaking free
We are all trees on fragile soil would we try to tie our roots and souls
Let's rise from sorrow
Looking for fertile soil
Lunchtime is when flowers try to make trees glow
It's too hollow
As we all know
By tea time all your strongest leaves lie on the floor
Yes it's no more
Yes it's no more
The evenings are for trees to pick up bit by bit
Branches and leaves
If they're to your reach
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454 3
232 1
5555 4331 233
454 3
232 1
51 5 122 3
7 57 2 1 654 3
51 2 2 3
7 57 2 165 3 1
33 2 1 176 6 661
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4 4 6 65
6 6 1 3 24
Floating likely
Dwifting slowly
Mornings are like the branches blown down by the storm
Nothing to hold on
Missing lost warmth
Is it your day yes maybe
We didn't notice what happened to you and me
We all grow like pale trees
The shallow root stops us from breaking free
We are all trees on fragile soil would we try to tie our roots and souls
Let's rise from sorrow
Looking for fertile soil
Lunchtime is when flowers try to make trees glow
It's too hollow
As we all know
By tea time all your strongest leaves lie on the floor
Yes it's no more
Yes it's no more
The evenings are for trees to pick up bit by bit
Branches and leaves
If they're to your reach
5555 4321 233
454 3
232 1
5555 4331 233
454 3
232 1
51 5 122 3
7 57 2 1 654 3
51 2 2 3
7 57 2 165 3 1
33 2 1 176 6 661
7 65 34
4 4 6 65
6 6 1 3 24
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