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what you dream always gotta make space
Burn the dead wood, or let it float away
I'm my own saviour, here to save the day
Pathway is lit, might lose just

that I have left to overgrow,
finding the flowers in the darkest parts, 
and I am opening all the ground around them, 
clearing all the dead wood from my

can't breathe, but I'm walking
Wrapped in dead wood, it's burying me
I can't allow us to be the end of me
This love is taking all of my
Energy, energy...

Been at the back of my mind
Now it’s becoming so clear
We got all this dead wood
How did we get here?

First we breakup
Then we make up
Then we

place
Full of dead man, dead man 'Wood, this an eighth
I just called hangtime
Three fizzy, three five, I'ma face mine
We gon' slide, moonlight

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Total choas, all out, mass confusion
Dead wood's cruisin' for bruising's
Labelled me sick
Six2's havin' a psychopathic

Sharpening her arrowhead
Please set me on fire, on fire

Am I no good?
Am I made of wood?
Am I just dead wood?
Am I just dead wood?

Geppetto, my

Burning In The Skies

Linkin Park

A Thousand Suns [Special Edition]

2010

I used the dead wood to make the fire rise
The blood of innocence burning in the skies
I filled my cup with the rising of the sea
And poured it

all dead wood
To get me out, out of the shoulds

Murky words, a judging eye
Panic pounding deep inside
Oh-oh-oh, that's all I know
Tomorrow's rain will

Into The Woods (Prologue) [Original Broadway Cast Recording]

Paul Gemignani

Sondheim: Into the Woods [Original Cast Recording]

1988

on the journey?
Into the woods to bring some bread
To Granny who is sick in bed
Never can tell what lies ahead
For all that I know she's already dead
But into

on the journey?
Into the woods to bring some bread
To Granny who is sick in bed
Never can tell what lies ahead
For all that I know she's already dead
But into

Twisting up the woods smoking dead guys
I ain't ducking nan nigga let the shells fly
Found out you a fuck nigga you get left behind...
Creep up on them night

The Garfield El

The Fiery Furnaces

Rehearsing My Choir

2005

Faster, hammers!

Listen to those dead pianos, pins stuck in their hearts
Clang tap bell pedal down dead wood chipped and dull dark steel
Rattling

before I get old
I may sound like someone you might have known
In the past it was hard and fast 
Now your soft and slow dead wood don't grow

Some took it

So don't you return to me my blossom
I want you to go and find your way
To burn the dead wood off all your branches
Then you will see the fruit is good

know about you
Modern life is getting dead wood?

Thin tie
Eye line
Union flag
Will it die?

A good year for a song
The other boys went wrong
They

the bottom of a bottle I'd call my friend

Your soul's a forest fire
Burning dead wood in its ire
Can finally see my path
Just know this
No more mornings blend

I'm Standing dead wood
I've lost the feel-good in my heart
 
No buds through winter
No autumn shimmer
 
I stand amongst you, but I stand apart
 
I am

the silence of dead woods
on across the nameless plains
into solemn dividing waters
I hoist my banner to thy honour

into the undefined void!
into water

I went down one time
I fell down two times
I felt the body of shame upon me but I got up
I got lost in the dead wood
Where nothing is understood
But

on the journey?

Into the woods to bring some bread
To Granny who is sick in bed
Never can tell what lies ahead
For all that I know she's already dead

But

it was an ordinary Friday night 
 nothing curious to thrill my aching mind 
 just a howling breeze 
 that made dead wood crack and pale leaves 
 fall

I don't want to be around
When you come down
I don't want to be around

You shine
You keen
You're nowhere in between
You rise
And phase
On dead-wood

that just like that

And I think you're just dead wood chipper
I think we're not friends wood chipper
And I think you're just bored wood chipper
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