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I took an air-rifle shot a magpie to the ground |
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And it died without a sound |
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Your skin so pale against the fallen autumn leaves |
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And no one saw us but the trees |
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Yeah, the trees, those useless trees |
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Produce the air that I am breathing |
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Yeah, the trees, those useless trees |
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They never said that you were leaving |
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I carved your name with a heart just up above |
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Now swollen, distorted, unrecognisable like our love |
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The smell of leaf mould the sweetness of decay |
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Are the incense at the funeral procession here today |
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Yeah, the trees, those useless trees |
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Produce the air that I am breathing |
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Yeah, the trees, those useless trees |
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They never said that you were leaving |
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You try to shape the world to what you want the world to be |
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Carving your name a thousand times won't bring you back to me |
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Oh no, no I might as well go tell it to the trees |
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Oh yeah, the trees, those useless trees |
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Produce the air that I am breathing |
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Yeah, the trees, those useless trees |
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They never said that you were leaving |
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Go tell it to the trees, yeah |
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Go tell it to the trees, yeah |
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Go tell it to the trees, yeah |
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Go tell it to the trees, yeah |
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Go tell it to the trees, yeah |