| is it my place to carve my name in someone else’s tree?
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| to try and trim my neighbour’s limbs when i don’t like the leaves?
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| cuz the fruit nature makes
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| won’t always taste the same in two different kitchens!
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| is it my way to speak my mind, and argue when you’re wrong?
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| an off-note slides, it keeps inside, so we can sing along.
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| and i know how you feel…
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| and i’m sorry that we deal a little bit different.
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| yeah we function as brothers would,
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| having our fits and holding contempt for each other.
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| be careful as i plod beneath this canopy of boughs and leaves,
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| cuz these forest friends were hard to find
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| if i only brave the woods at night!
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| we’ll never fuck up as brothers,
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| we’ll sometimes fuck up as friends.
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| is it so bad to want a space where i can be my own?!
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| a groove where i can hide away, my forest friends may never know
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| how my hymns twist and bend…
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| but i love that we can spend an evening singing!
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| is it so bad to want a place where i can slow it down?
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| a half-time beat protecting me from voices pirouetting 'round.
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| and i don’t mean to hurt…
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| and i’d like to learn to be a bit better!
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| yeah we function as brothers would,
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| holding a place and saving a tune for each other.
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| speak lightly as i plod beneath this canopy of yelps and screams,
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| cuz these forest friends were hard to find
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| if i only brave the woods at night. |