Misc Soundtrack – Nick Blaemire - Trees (Guitar)

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I know running away's a way to avoid a reality where a void sits,   

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and hits hard on your high hopes for happiness.

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But why would I stay if reality is already faking it in the first place, 

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and I could stay singular and mingle with the wilderness? 

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That's a fantasy, 

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that's good for me, 

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cause usually,   

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People are perfectly fine until you finally get to know them, 

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and when they show you colors you preferred they hadn't showed then,

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you're stuck with the truth of the matter that'll shatter any friendship;

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you makeup, you break up, so let's drop the fake friend shit.

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I fantasize 'till I realize that it's no surprise ....

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I'd rather be with the trees, 

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you know what I mean.

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The green smoke filters through the breeze,

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and blow dries me clean of the mess,

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and the stress,

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from societies, and families

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In civilization everyone thinks the problem's somebody else's,

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She hurts him and then who's fault is it, who else, his. 

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But nobody knows 'till after the fact the problem's probably theirs too. 

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So why try and civilize if no one else cares to? 

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It's a mountain to climb, 

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every time and that's why

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I'm ....

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Hanging out with the trees

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they don't say a word,

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they heard every single one of my pleas, 

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and then they confer with their leaves, 

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and relive me from policies, and hypocrisies... 

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When you freeze for a second

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in a world that's beckoning you to go prove something, 

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to go be something.

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It's like please, for a minute

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I'm too deep down in it

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to go be something, so 

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I'll go be...

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With the tress!!

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I'll sit on my throne

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in my branches and breathe with ease,

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and I'll be alone and be free

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from hyperbole unlike every other day, 

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in human history...... 

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So I'd rather be... 

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I'd rather be, 

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With the trees!!!

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Well right now I'm

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quite sublime

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Running away's a way to avoid a reality