| Crash course in death
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| With every single breath
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| A shallow broken whisper comes to mind
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| A raspy «goodbye now» the last words left behind
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| A little withered but mostly weathered
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| A legend that chose to nurture the bottom
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| And now in it’s place a legacy of full grown trees
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| One that i am proud to say i’ll be
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| Young trees rise up from the bottom
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| Doing what the old one’s taught ‘em
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| From a world away i can hear your leaves everyday
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| From a world away i can hear your leaves everyday
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| And with one last tractor ride a slow blue through the green and brown
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| A boy with a heavy heart and mind
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| With every tool and every skill he had to look inside himself
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| To find the one to change direction
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| It was an classic reaction for one raised by the master
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| Young trees rise up from the bottom
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| Using what the old ones taught ‘em
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| From a world away i can hear your leaves everyday
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| From a world away i can hear your leaves everyday
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| Anchorless seeds still stuck in the weeds and i can’t believe it
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| Tell me only say good things and i will complete it
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| Drifting seeds still stuck in the weeds and i can’t believe it
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| Tell me only say good things and i will complete it
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| Young trees rise up from the bottom
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| Doing what the old one’s taught ‘em
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| From a world away i can hear your leaves everyday
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| From a world away i can hear your leaves everyday |