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Funeral Suits – Tree Of Life

Исполнители: Funeral Suits
Альбомы: Funeral Suits – Funeral Suits - Islands Apart
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Every day I wake up for the daily trail
And yeah I try
Brush my teeth before I drink some coffee
Wash my face it’s on and on a routine

Make it out the flat and to the corner shop
Where they don’t sell a lot
Buy a coke and read the magazines
Faces staring back I seen on TV
When I get to work I’m told I’m on the clock
Tick tock tick tock tick tock
Well I don’t like these four walls that I’m seeing
So it’s behind my eyes where I’ll be dreaming
We are but a flower on this tree of life
And no I don’t believe that anybody dies
Cause we can fly

We crawled out of the sea
Climbed into the trees
Chopped down the forests to build our cities
If we put this bird in a cage
It will not learn to sing

We follow our dreams
That turn into schemes
Hunger for profits and count up the gains
Three little pigs
And a big wolf
All on the list
Welcome to the party…

Between morning and sunset I go through my day
Amazed by the beauty in everything
We got trees for lungs

And birds to sing us to
Life under skies of a dawn shining bright
Last night I drank a bottle of the blood of Christ
Who are they to say what kind of love ain’t right?
When I was a child I always found that hard
To understand
Me, I share my love with everybody
Now I got the power you can’t stop me

We crawled out of the sea
Climbed into the trees
Chopped down the forests to build our cities
If we put this bird in a cage
It will not learn to sing

We follow our dreams
That turn into schemes
Hunger for profits and count up the gains
Three little pigs
And a big wolf
All on the list
Welcome to the party

If you’re waiting on the hand of God
Don’t wait so long cause he’s been and gone
Look outside yourself to see
You’re not alone, you’re not alone

Every day I wake up for the daily trail,
And yeah I try
Brush my teeth before I drink some coffee,
Wash my face it’s on and on a routine

You’re waiting on the hand of God
You’re not alone, you’re not alone.

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