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Ahh
Up here in my tree, yeah
Newspapers matter not to me, no
No, no more crowbars to my head, oh
I’ve got the whispers of the leaves, instead
Yeah
I
remember when
I thought I knew everything
But knowledge is a tree, yeah
It’s growing up just like me, yeah
It’s still growing up just like me, yeah
Still
growing
Still beating
Still avoiding dying
Still praying
Still loving
Still avoiding crying
There’s
a crow flying
There’s a tree growing
Tomorrow I’ll learn something
I never thought I know, yeah.
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