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Listen to the wailing of the willows,. Listen to me crying on my pillow. Crying cause I know my love is gone from me Living in a world of different places,. Looking at a million different faces
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Listen to the wailing of the willows,. Listen to me crying on my pillow. Crying cause I know my love is gone from me Living in a world of different places,. Looking at a million different faces
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Is true love a trip to Chinatown. Or being held in one's opium gaze. Under the peach trees. There I'll sit and wait Is true love a long walk through Bryant park. Or being held in the month of May
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(Hook). Niggas wanna stop me like the nazzi. Getting money like Illuminati. Look up and see the palm trees, * everybody. Palm trees, * everybody. All I see is the money, buried over the
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There is unrest in the forest. There is trouble with the trees. For the Maples want more sunlight. And the Oaks ignore their pleas The trouble with the maples. (And they're quite convinced
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There is unrest in the forest. There is trouble with the trees. For the Maples want more sunlight. And the Oaks ignore their pleas The trouble with the maples. (And they're quite convinced
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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
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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
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father of three Only takes one tree to make a thousand matches. Only takes one match to burn a thousand trees, thousand trees See it in the class room or the swimming pool. Where the match stick men are
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picture, I promise to say "Trees!" (Trees!) Hook Baby Bash & Angel Dust. Dun, guh-dun-guh-dun-gun, dun. Let's take it down to Texas, where they be gettin' wreckless. Dirty dirt. Dun, guh-dun-guh-dun-gun
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picture, I promise to say "Trees!" (Trees!) Hook Baby Bash & Angel Dust. Dun, guh-dun-guh-dun-gun, dun. Let's take it down to Texas, where they be gettin' wreckless. Dirty dirt. Dun, guh-dun-guh-dun-gun
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You can walk in the pine trees. You can sit down. You can hold the earth in your hands You can run from all this. You can go the long way. You can carry my weight the whole way down As the crow
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On your knees you are taller than trees. You can look over heartaches and pain. When my faith is gone to my knees. I will go, growing stronger and taller than trees One night it was a long time
