Withering tree bearing no fruit
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Never will see an evergreen suit
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Reaching right out, out for the sun
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Broken old branches fall one by one
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Into the arms of eternity
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Into the arms of eternity
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You're too young to live in a world full of lies (Oh!)
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So you turn to the touchables who touch liquid skies (Oh!)
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And cry through the eye of a needle.
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Fighting the fish up from the deep
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Oh! how I wish the lake would not sleep
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Following dreams into the blue
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There you will see hidden fron view
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Trees in the arms of eternity
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Into the arms of eternity
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(repeat)
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Withering Tree
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Steve Winwood |