Borrowed Flesh
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Wind through Dark Trees
I got idea, man...
You take me for a walk
Under the sycamore trees
The dark trees that blow, baby.
In the dark trees
I'll see you and you'll see me...
I'll see you in the branches that blow in the breeze...
I'll see you under the trees.
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