The tree stands along
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Hidden, but still strong
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Carrying all the leafs
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For us to pick, for them to leave
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Then, wind comes and blows
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The leafs fall and go
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But there's one that's gonna stick
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That's the one I'm gonna pick
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I'm gonna carry this one forever
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Loose it? No, never!
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But I guess it's just an utopy
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Based on my insecurity
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Still I'll try to pick
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The true leaf that won't trick
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The one without a mask
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But which one, if I may ask?
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Then, wind comes and blows
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The leafs fall and go
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But there's one that's gonna stick
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That's the one, I'm gonna pick
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The Tree
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| Agathocles |
