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The Old Dead Tree We Cry As One

trying to imagine you... ...Sleeping. We're in the home Of life and death, Where each being takes end. And time flows with the sand! We cry as one

you... ...Sleeping. We're in the home Of life and death, Where each being takes end. And time flows with the sand! We cry as one, Your friends

, cut the games, me and my music we sleep and eat together. We hop in the Benz, get off in the winds, and we run the streets together. And we on a mission

stars i saw diamonds divide in the corners of her eyes one horse town known for the most softness little old schoolhouse burned down post office blueberries and bulrushes a tree

me up in the morn because I shutter to think That could be me dead or locked away in the clink So I'm lifting my homies spirits as tall as the trees And

up in the morn cause I shutter to think That could be me dead or locked away in the clink So I'm lifting my homie's spirits as tall as the trees And

de rolls, twenty years old. I still hop on the bus with a child bus pass. We ain't stoppin' for queues, we just rush past Educated, but yep, I still bunk

one You might as well hold your breath until you die in a corner somewhere bent over in the crevice This God Theory overcomes the worst of weathers As long as

is the kings of this world. We all better get our places Before God tells us to our Face we are...past the human race. Let?s pray that we all agree We