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Talking Trees
04:01
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Don’t look back now
The lines don’t lie they’re in your face
I’ll take you back somehow
Your legs don't lie you’ve lost your pace
No! Can’t do what they say
It’s all the same
They’re all the same
They just keep on waiting
Trees are talking and I’m not insane
Roots are breathing, yet with no brain
Don’t walk straight, don’t walk the line
The tide is high it is your time
The noose is loose it has no name
You gotta kneel to unleash the chain
No! Can’t do what they say
It’s all the same
They’re all the same
They just keep on waiting
Trees are talking and I’m not insane
Roots are breathing, yet with no brain
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2. |
The Fool's Song
04:36
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Another day, the sun burns my skin
Another place, where I will erase the memory
Of your face
Wake up, wash your face, roll up your sleeves
I miss the thrill of the chase
That makes my mind go into flames
You didn’t say
What’s the game?
I wanna play
Did not hear my name
I suppose now it’s too late
Can you call my name?
Weak and fake, the face you paint in the mirror
The face that got stuck in your brain
Like a stain
I can’t seem to realize what’s wrong
But no one cares if you’re right or wrong
When you are on your own
You didn’t say
What’s the game?
I wanna play
Did not hear my name
I suppose now it’s too late
Can you call my name?
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3. |
Rabbit Hole
07:33
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Scattered pieces of broken code
I follow your footsteps sculpted on the road
As I close into your skin
But somehow further away from where you’ve been
Don’t let your mind trick your senses
Safe, blind contempt
Where is your sense of self-defense?
Wherever it may be
It’s locked! Where is the key?
I’m cavin’ into your skin
Down to the bone
Can’t go back, I’m in this hole
Dwindling closer but not too much
Pull me towards the center of the earth
Now hush hush, it’s too late
Rip it all away I hope nothing gets lost
Didn’t know how much this thing would cost, it’s a gamble
Just like a coin toss
Where is your sense of self-defense?
Wherever it may be
It’s locked! Where is the key?
I’m cavin’ into your skin
Down to the bone
Can’t go back, I’m in this hole
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Gone
08:01
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There’s something I need to tell you
No one cares about your whining, son
This, that, this and that
Everything is so scarce,
Everything is wrapped around a big lie
Everything is trade by a big guy, of course
But there’s always poison underneath the sink
You can always put a little bit on his drink
I'm away from here
I’m gone, gone for good
There’s no more lies for me
There’s no more lies in me
Do you understand what I’m saying?
Can you repeat my statement?
Like a broken cassette player
With a blown microphone
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