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Would it have been so hard for you to say you're sorry
Would it have been so hard for you to apologize
I could have
I should have
I could have
I should have
Would it have been so hard for me to say I'm sorry
Would it have been so hard for me to apologize
I could have
I should have
I could have
I should have
Would it have been so hard for us to say we're sorry
Would it have been so hard for us to apologize
I could have
I should have
I could have
I should have
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Sinking
05:18
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I've got one cigarette to last me the day
This old notebook is losing it's pages
I can't remember the last time that I slept
And I try to live with my head in the sky
I'm sinking in this thing they call life
I try to swim but I have too much weight on my shoulders
The nicotine sinks into my skin
My lungs burn as my head spins 'round
I scream but there's no one there to listen
I hit my head on the ground 'cause I can no longer stand
I'm sinking in this thing they call life
I try to swim but I have too much weight on my shoulders
The hatred I feel for myself keeps me down
I try to fly but I only cry at night
The moon is full the seventh seal is open
I kiss the seventh angel on his lips
I'm sinking in this thing they call life
I try to swim but I have too much weight on my shoulders
Good Morning world can't you see what you've done to me
Your God has ruined my life one to many times
I try to run but I only trip and fall
The blood runs down my arms as life rolls gently with it
I dy I dy
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It's been a long day long month long year
but hang in there kid you'll make it through
We've all been down that same road before
We made it through and so will you
So your arms are more scar than skin
So you lost a kidney to the pills
Think about those balloons on your birthday
That pooh bear pillow
Then lay down and cry it all away
So you bought a nice new shiny gun
a vinyl braided rope that holds 10,000 pounnds
So the world says your head ain't screwed on straight
they send you to a man who says it's life you hate
Think about those balloons on your birthday
That pooh bear pillow
Then lay down and cry it all away
Heed my words it's your life at stake
If you don't listen now it's your life you will take
Think about those balloons on your birthday
That pooh bear pillow
Then lay down and cry it all away
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Why
02:23
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There's a man with a cane out walking he's walking alone
The snow is falling lightly as he says to himself
"Why must we think about the past?
Why the hell must time go so fast?
Well there's no use in asking questions we can't answer."
His wife passed on last year and he still leaves an empty chair
The seat is hardly vacant 'cause he cooks and drinks for two
He says, "Why must we think about the past?
Why the hell must time go so fast?
Well there's no use in asking questions we can't answer."
He says, "It's time to let her go", and he visits her grave
He lies down and puts his head on her gravestone and his heart gives way
He doesn't need to think about the past
He and his love will now and ever last
And he flies into her arms on angels wings
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Save Them
03:17
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I see a girl across the street
A man drives slowly by
She lifts up her already high dress
He waves a bill and she gets in his car
As they drive away I scream at the top of my lungs
Save them save the children
Save them for they cannot save themselves
I take a walk down a cold street
I see a boy swapping money for drugs
Two girls dressed in black
Walk by me with thier heads hanging down
Their wrists are cut open
I say
Save them save the children
Save them for they cannot save themselves
They swap sex for drugs and drugs for guns
Guns for money and money for sex
Will this cycle ever end
The way it stops is if it doesn't begin
Save them save the children
Save them for they cannot save themselves
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Coin
04:00
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Your Dirty Wings
01:57
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Your wings too close to the sun
You were a tragedy meant to happen
We waited for you to happen
But you flew too close to the sun
The world was a stage your light burned just like the sun
You were a painful realization
We waited for you to happen
But you flew too close to the sun
Your wings too close to the sun
You were a tragedy meant to happen
We waited for you to happen
But you flew too close to the sun
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Life on the Third Planet
01:45
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Sing
02:43
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Can you grasp at the clouds my friend
Close your eyes and sing
Riquocet the deadliness of youth
Close your thoughts and sing
sing, sing, sing, sing
kill, kill, kill, kill
Let nature take it’s course, before you die
Fire cry wolf, sing
Pink, purple rain, cry sang
See, see, see, sing
sing, sing, sing, sing
kill, kill, kill, kill
See the flower crying, scanning reason
Scream like hell, sing
Running to stand still in our own naked image
A war at peace is your mind
A war at peace is your mind
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The Dying Tree Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Formed in late 1996 this rhythm guitarist / vocalist formed The Dying Tree after his high school band, the Leftovers, went their separate ways. The Dying Tree recorded Deathscapes & Breakdowns and released it to friends in December of '96. After that, the band has continued to evolve and has branched out into noise and circuit-bending. This continues to be a project that constantly changes. ... more
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