| Below the willow tree
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| Is where I hide the darkest parts of me
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| They’re hiding underneath
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| The broken lies that I just still believe
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| Below the willow tree
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| Is where I sit and hate on my enemies
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| I drown 'em in my dreams
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| I think it’s me who needs some humility
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| I’m alone here, I’m alone here
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| I’m alone here, I’m alone here
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| Can you feel the sun?
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| I do but I can’t see it
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| Can you feel the breeze?
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| I don’t but I believe it
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| I don’t feel safe when I’m not alone
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| And I know, and I know what you’re thinkin'
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| I like it on my own
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| But I’ll let you in if you say it’s okay
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| Below the willow tree
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| I get hung up on my insecurities
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| Rose-colored dopamine
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| My soul feels like it could be make-believe
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| Below the willow tree
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| I search to find some sense of identity
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| This weeping willow tree
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| Sits in silence, sheds no tear for me
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| Can you feel the sun?
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| I do but I can’t see it
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| Can you feel the breeze?
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| I don’t but I believe it
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| I don’t feel safe when I’m not alone
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| And I know, and I know what you’re thinkin'
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| I like it on my own
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| But I’ll let you in if you say it’s okay
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| (I'm alone here, I’m alone here
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| I’m alone here, I’m alone here)
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| Can you feel the sun?
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| I do but I can’t see it
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| Can you feel the breeze?
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| I don’t but I believe it
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| I don’t feel safe when I’m not alone
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| And I know, and I know what you’re thinkin'
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| I like it on my own
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| But I’ll let you in if you say it’s okay
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| I’m alone for sure
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| I’m lost to the world |