| green takes the leaves
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| snow takes the sea
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| it reminded me how awful things can be trying to recall your tiny voice
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| till the fever breaks it’s all that I can hear
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| counting down the numbers of the days
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| was it the same amount of roses on your grave
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| finally I brought myself to sing these words
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| after the snow you can finally see
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| if you could be the trees I would be your leaves
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| after she died, we decided to believe
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| that her favorite color was probably green
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| on the day she died, in our hearts we did believe
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| that her favorite color was probably green |