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• Artiste: The Knitted Cap Club
• Titre: The Weeping Tree
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She waits as his last bleeding thought filters to grey As she left his apartment So she thinks to herself, this can't be right She gave her best, yet she never was alive It's been four whole years since the light's been on And she knew she could come home Memories seem to haunt her every day Her past is a demon stuck inside her brain "And this is what I must do," she says As she catches a cab headed out of town "There," she shouts, "stop the car" She pays the driver and runs towards the hill The weeping tree The weeping tree She comes to a halt And all she thinks, "This tree makes me feel so alive" So she presses her head to its trunk and listens to its heart "Oh my God, what a life What a tragic, sad, sad life And now I wonder, what's the point? There's really no use in living anymore" So she climbs the tree, ties a knot out of the old swing that was hung there "And this is where I belong" The weeping tree The weeping tree The weeping tree The weeping tree The weeping tree The weeping tree The weeping tree The weeping tree The weeping tree The weeping tree The weeping tree The weeping tree The weeping tree The weeping tree