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There's a yellow tree that no one sees where the water meets the land |
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The grass grows tall and the shadows fall the blades cast a ghostly dance |
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The banks are stained with blood and rain where the water meets the land |
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A secret there they'll never share, a code of silence |
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And you will never see what's been hiding where the water meets the land until a careful wind begins to lift each grain of dust and sand. |
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Chandelier |
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Lake is a mysterious place and the ghost of a woman who sleeps beneath the waves. |
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Chandelier |
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Lake is a mysterious place and she's the only one who knows its name. |
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A little fox gone wandering where the water meets the land |
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Tired, lost, and hungry, she sees diamonds against the plants so she sat down by what she's found where the water meets the land and there exposed was clothes and bones and a ring on a lifeless hand |
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Then the trees and the wind they hold their breath all feigning ignorance |
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And no one will ever remember it because they are made to forget |
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Chandelier |
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Lake is a mysterious place and the ghost of a woman who sleeps beneath its waves |
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Chandelier |
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Lake is a mysterious place and she's the only one who knows her grave |
