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Early in the morning when you're still shaking |
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And all you want is to come down |
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When you're so pale and your heart is growling |
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And all virtue seemed to have drowned |
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When all you've given and all you've stolen |
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Kneel down at your side |
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When all that seemed mended shows itself still broken |
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And you're feeling swallowed alive |
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Shake the tree |
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Shake the tree |
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Shake the tree |
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That sleeps in you and breathes in me |
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Now in your writing when you're so desperate |
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And all you want is to be touched |
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When you're so dry and your head is pounding |
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When your love becomes your crutch |
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When all your suffering and all your addictions |
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Kneel down at your side |
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When all that seemed mended shows itself still broken |
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And you're feeling swallowed alive |
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Shake the tree |
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Shake the tree |
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Shake the tree |
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That sleeps in you and breathes in me |
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One day your misfortune |
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Will shine like a crown |
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One day your misfortune |
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Will all crumble down |
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If you'd just shake the tree |
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Shake the tree |
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Shake the tree |
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That sleeps in you and breathes in me |
