| Black roots in the ground, suck the water out the rivers
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| Telephone back home, tell her what she’s missing
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| Polaroids washing up on the shore
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| There are pictures of girls, and words like «forever» written
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| Like a spider racing into the sky
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| There’s a black tree rising and no one knows why
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| Get’s stuck in your shoes, it get’s under your clothes
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| The wind that’s blowing cuts down to the bone
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| All Hell does know my name, a black tree rising
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| I’m the shade that’ll put you away, a black tree rising
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| Hope you don’t mind if I close the door
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| See that right there is true romance, I’m sure
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| Get up, shut up, I have a friend that knows your name
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| I know what you’re thinking
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| You won’t go outside, because you haven’t been sleeping
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| And it wouldn’t be nice if she knew
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| You were acting like a spider racing into the sky
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| There’s a black tree rising and no one knows why
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| Get’s stuck in your shoes, it get’s under your clothes
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| The wind that’s blowing cuts down to the bone
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| It’s impaling daylight, like it cut a deal with the night
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| Who got her foot into the door
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| And the little wooden soldiers stand guard
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| 'Til a bloody black hoof came down from the Heaven’s and sent them
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| Like spiders racing into the sky
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| Like spiders racing into the sky
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| Get up, shut up, I have a friend that knows your name
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| I know what you’re thinking
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| You won’t go outside, because you haven’t been sleeping
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| And it wouldn’t be nice if she knew
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| You were acting like a spider racing into the sky
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| There’s a black tree rising and no one knows why
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| Get’s stuck in your shoes, it get’s under your clothes
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| The wind it’s blowing cuts down to the bone |