I used to be a better man
But the regret came and here I am
I used to walk outside my door
But I don't go outside anymore
When will they carry me to my grave
So I can pay for the things my hands have made
To Sunday
Will take my body and place it in the ground
And I hope they know
To be nothing like me
No nothing like me
My life can't even fit again
I want to know
I want it all back
I know the days
Of my inheritance
Now I am gone
I have no government
To do
Will make you pray
To do
Will make you pray
Will make me free



The trees are green
What happens when they turn and dry
Which shows how one can throw themselves towards the sky
The trees were green
Now they've all turned and dried
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