| I was looking at the leaves
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| Climbing to the tops of the trees
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| But you were nowhere to be found
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| Just beneath all the green
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| You were buried like a little seed
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| Among the roots and underground
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| I was licking at the leaves
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| But I was in short sleeves and you
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| You were like some sickness that I caught
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| And my sweetheart moved away
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| Swept off like garbage in the alleyway
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| And I need more grace than I thought
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| (Oh, please, brother, I’m far…
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| Brother, I’m far away…
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| Brother, I’m far away from everything
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| Oh, brother, I’m far…
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| Brother, I’m far away…
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| Brother! |
| I’m far away from everything good!)
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| She’s like a hot cloth on a fevered head
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| And like a needle she leads me (while I follow like thread)
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| Tie me up! |
| Untie me!
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| All this wishing I was dead is getting old
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| It’s gettin' old!
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| … it goes on, but it’s old
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| I was swimming through the waves
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| For what must have been days
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| But could find no relief
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| When I started sinking down
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| I thought for certain I would drown
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| Until I saw you in the ocean
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| Underneath
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| All the bright colored fish tell
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| Of a treasure in a dull shell
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| «Such subtlety, so easily missed!»
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| You, my hidden pearl of pure and perfect love
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| And I’m the living example
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| Of 100% the opposite of this
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| (If I ask the same questions…
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| Well, yes, sir, I ask the same questions
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| Well, well maybe I repeat myself from time to time
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| But if I ask the same questions…
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| And then I know I ask the same questions
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| It’s because everyone who answers me is a liar!)
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| She’s like the hot cloth on a fevered head
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| And like a needle she leads me (while I follow like thread)
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| But you untied me… didn’t You untie me, Lord?
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| And now I haven’t even thought about killing myself
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| In almost five months |