Stripmall Architecture - The Boy Who Became a Tree | Текст песни

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Lie still and let me bury you
And set my mind to forget
And watered by the rain and baked by the sun
You'll sprout out

Don't tell me
Nothing good can come
From your trust in me
You will feel small tendrils
Stretching skyward
Then you'll realize
You are rooted
You are free

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