Pushed From The Tree...
Please remember
To let me down gently
Got burnt three degrees
Never learnt my lesson
But forgive me please
To let me down gently
Got burnt three degrees
Never learnt my lesson
But forgive me please
Paths: The past is now part of my future, The present is well out of hand...
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When I reach and you hang down to pull me up I feel taller than any tree...
Even with my oldest memory
This is the first time I have felt blue
I want you to know what is me
Even if you can't see
Taller falls I remember how that goes
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