Somewhere in the sky it's harvest time
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Looking at the things I've left behind
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Crow is singing in the reckled (sp?) light
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In the back of his mind something's right
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Whisper in my ear, tell me this
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That the branch is getting thin
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I can see the stop just up one more mile
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It's coming 'round the bend
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Leaves are crunching underneath the feet
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Cold is on the face, red with heat
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Bring yourself inside, face the fire
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Cold is out there now, frozen wire
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See you standing here on the bay
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Wind blows your hair, your eyes they're glazed
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And I thought I could come down
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Stare into the water, see your face again
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Or I could climb the tree outside your house
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The Tree Outside
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The Samples |