I can see the things she does for me
I’m living in a treehouse
I live in constant fear
Awakening must be near
I’m sleeping in a dreamhouse
Up in the trees
A tine in the fork in the road is pointing to heaven
But the sky is old
A tine in the fork in the road is pointing at nothing
Cause it’s all been sold
I live with you
To die in a jamais vu
I love you
But this isn’t true
I can see the things she does for me
I’m living in a treehouse
I live in constant fear
Awakening must be near
I’m sleeping in a dreamhouse
Waiting for the end
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