| Young trees swayin' in the storm
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| Who could know so well
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| What stories they may tell
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| One child standing outside by their ‘lone
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| What a restless dream
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| Things ain’t what they seem
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| My purpose weighs a ton
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| Some got the good book some got a gun
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| If they got both, then you probably need to run
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| Mother said boy don’t you come undone
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| Son your day soon come
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| There’s a prophetic gift on ya. |
| Nah
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| That was way too much
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| Thinking about multitude of girls touch
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| For some they got ten tears
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| A few made it back
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| With bad nerves and cut teeth
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| What truth lies beneath? |
| (3x)
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| Oh. |
| Young trees swayin' in the storm
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| Who could know so well
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| What stories they may tell
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| One child standing outside by their ‘lone
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| What a restless dream (just fucking let’em in man)
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| (let's all go to heaven) things ain’t what they seem
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| Brother where you be at
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| It’s time to go, I just hit the owner in his trap
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| Took the toy and fucking gat
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| It happens like that
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| Boys and blue come a rat-a-tat-tat
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| They came at me with brute force
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| Hands on boss, 100 deep and 10 across
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| They could not get their point across
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| Baby it was lost on me yeah
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| See I’m just a wild man
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| At home in a penthouse, statehouse or caravan
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| Wherever the day to be
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| Could be in a rock, white feather or rosary
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| Whoa
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| Let’s burn a Thai and chill
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| You got time to kill, but time to live
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| Oh. |
| You’ve got aeons. |
| (2x) |