I can see the things she does for me I'm living in a treehouse I live in constant fear Awakening must be near I'm sleeping in a dreamhouse Up in the trees
A tine in the fork in the road is pointing to heaven But the sky is old A tine in the fork in the road is pointing at nothing Cause it's all been sold
I live with you To die in a jamais vu I love you But this isn't true
I can see the things she does for me I'm living in a treehouse I live in constant fear Awakening must be near I'm sleeping in a dreamhouse Waiting for the end
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