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Seasons creeping |
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sun growing cold |
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feeling brittle and old |
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White bark trees bending over in the snow |
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It's natural I'm told |
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When the thaw comes |
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they stand straight and tall |
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and their leaves die in the fall |
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Not like me |
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they say I'll never bend |
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I'll just meet my brittle end |
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My brittle end (X3) |
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Endlessly |
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I chop for wood |
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in my garage when I was young |
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Friendlessly |
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I think I is good |
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better watch my tongue |
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Push me once |
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my momma said |
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better hope jesus saves |
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Push me twice |
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if you didn't die |
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You'll be in your grave |
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You'll be in your grave(X3) |
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(JAM) |
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What the Fuck!? |
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I said too much |
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adios my friend |
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Fuck a duck |
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Your tough luck |
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I'll be here till the end |
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I'll be here till the end (X3) |
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Maybe just in your head |
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One day this white tree won't bend |
