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The Old Dead Tree

will chop you down, like an old dead tree. this dirty old town, i try not to believe. that it would chop me down, like an old dead tree. this dirty old

I'm walking back home In this cold night I'm walking alone I've never gone this way before Maybe I was wrong When I Made this decision I should have listened

My friend, we can't forget you As you wanted us to do. This letter you've written... These words... Your last deed. We can't forget, we can't forget

What should I've said? What should I've done? What should I've guessed? What sign should I've read on your face, What sort of friend am I? I've been

And I feel myself so close To this lost boy that we blame He is so weak Yeah we have all felt the same He'd life us to forgive Every mistake he made But

Somewhere else, Anywhere far from this place (I) can no more breath While I remember your face Today again (I) won't come to weep for your remains

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And spill blood Is that the way you prove to your friend that you're a man? Don't think that's pathetic? Really? What did you just say? Don't apologise, you're dead

Can't you feel That I have changed my mind About my lure of death And suicide I've felt myself really ashamed Since the time I lost one of my