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• Artiste: Pond
• Titre: Tree
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Mama, Mama, I have fell Slipped into the wishing well Paid my price, I'm now in hell Bent your rope; it seems that I've fallen Look at the stars that cover day All the light has turned to grey I'd better stop or lose my way Tuck me in and read a story Seen the white man's every vine Death and what we leave behind It's a life of the daily grind Forget what all our hopes and dreams are Papa, Papa, please help me I have swam too far to sea The water's deep the waves are high Hold out your arms, I think that I'm drowning I have climbed on the highest limb Looked at what's above, within Separated good from sin Seems I'm on the last tree standing Growing, sleeping, eat, and die All the while I wonder why When we go will someone cry? Remember us when we're six feet under? Rest your hand on my aching head Have this feeling the limb is dead Is it something I am or something I said? Come in the black car, come and collect me Mama, Mama, I have fell Slipped into the wishing well Paid my price, I'm now in hell Bent your rope; it seems that I've fallen I have climbed on the highest limb Looked at what's above, within Separated good from sin Seems I'm on the last tree standing The last tree standing The last tree standing The last tree standing