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The Trees
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| Додана 20 лютого 2008 користувачем AND1 |
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I took an air-rifle, shot a magpie to the ground & it died without a sound.
Your skin so pale against the fallen autumn leaves &
No-one saw us but the trees.
Yeah, the trees, those useless trees produce the air that i am breathing.
Yeah, the trees, those useless trees; they never said that you were leaving.
I carved your name with a heart just up above - now swollen,
Distorted, unrecognisable; like our love.
The smell of leaf mould & the sweetness of decay
Your skin so pale against the fallen autumn leaves &
No-one saw us but the trees.
Yeah, the trees, those useless trees produce the air that i am breathing.
Yeah, the trees, those useless trees; they never said that you were leaving.
I carved your name with a heart just up above - now swollen,
Distorted, unrecognisable; like our love.
The smell of leaf mould & the sweetness of decay
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