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Pulp - The Trees

The Trees
Pulp
04:48
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I took an air-rifle, shot a magpie to the ground
And it died without a sound
Your skin so pale against the fallen аutumn leaves
No-one saw us but the trees

Yeah, the trees, those useless trees
Produce the air that I am breathing
Yeah, the trees, those useless trees
They never said that you were leaving

I carved your name with a heart just up above
Now swollen, distorted, unrecognisable like our love
The smell of leaf mould under the sweetness of decay
Are the incense at the funeral procession here, today

In the trees, those useless trees
Produce the air that I am breathing
Yeah, the trees, those useless trees
They never said that you were leaving

You try to shape the world to what you want the world to be
Carving your name a thousand times won't bring you back to me
Oh no, no I might as well, I might go tell it to the trees

Oh yeah, the trees, those useless trees
Produce the air that I am breathing
Yeah, the trees, those useless trees
They never said that you were leaving
Go tell it to the trees, yeah (5x)

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