| Like a cold north wind, I’ll force you to drop your leaves
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| Whip your bark, rip off the ground
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| Like the burning sun, I’ll melt the frozen trunk
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| Arise back to life but then drain your veins
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| Like a black cloud I’ll wrap you in the dark
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| Fill your veins again by pouring acid rain
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| World — is turning clockwise
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| Moon — is turned insideout
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| Sun — the sun is upsidedown
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| Like a twisted choir I’ll howl in every slit
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| Even those who can’t hear are afraid
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| Like a funeral pyre I’ll awake respect and fear
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| 'cause I eat every colour that comes in my way
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| World — is turning clockwise
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| Moon — is turned insideout
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| Sun — the sun is upsidedown
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| I burn the bridges behind me and ahead I blow my way clear
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| My ways are unknown, don’t try to follow, my dear
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| Like a low tide, I’ll draw you into deep water
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| No land can you reach
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| Your roots are taking you deeper
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| Trying to touch the ground
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| The bottom
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| Like polluted ground around your roots
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| I could suffocate you or let you swallow
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| The filth
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| Like north wind, burning sun, black rain cloud
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| Like low tide
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| World — is turning clockwise
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| Moon — is turned insideout
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| Sun — the sun is upsidedown |