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Branches and Leaves
(Baeszler/Rubin)
You said its time but I wasn’t ready
My hands weren’t steady enough to hold the line
You said it’s true, it wasn’t for me
But you couldn’t see, that it wasn’t for you
The grandfather chimes a quarter to three
It’s still here but me and the peace I hope to find
Living with ghosts is a hard way to live
No they never give the warmth you need at night
Slow morning comes tangled in trees
Branches and leaves, jagged comes the light
Broken like glass, shards on this place
That cut our embrace and ends it all at last
You couldn’t show me but I want to believe
All the things that you told me
Are all worthless now and that’s easy to see
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