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and your roots down deep
Add a few limbs to your family tree
And watch their pencil marks
And the grass in the yard
All grow up
'Cause the truth about

roots down deep
Add a few limbs to your family tree
And watch their pencils marks, and the grass in the yard
All grow up
'Cause the truth about it is

Make me love a pencil and taking care of a tree
Might be all I need
Two fly over me
Beneath the branch of an open window
Now it too is a vacancy
When

these lines like they come to me
Mother earth's pencil; The cherry tree
Mother earth brought you here
Father time sure has no fear
Mother earth cries out

Cars covered in the snow
While the Christmas lights glow
Feeling sentimental
Writing Christmas lists with a pencil
Hanging decorations on the tree

myself in a room I had no tv just pencil and paper no toilet tree 
You know me if not In the yo then I'm in the streets we trap out the spot 
And we pay

See it's a musical
We go together if we go together, not becuz of monetary
Artificial love is scary, I prefer the ripest berry off the tree
Off the tree

a thousand
Catch me in the sky shouting, the letters let's keep counting 
Aye 
Until my pencil is the tree and the tree will become the mountain

I can be bad

scoreboard, hip, hip, hooray
Just an old bloke and a stubby pencil end

Who misses a run or two now and again
You see he's too busy looking at the sycamore tree

I've Got a Mind to Ramble

Alberta Hunter

Amtrak Blues

1978

going, brother
Just count the days I'm gone

Yes just as sure as Amtrak
Leaves that pencil yard, hallelujah
Yes I said, as sure as Amtrak leaves
That

pull your waistband up like you expectin' a flood
And slick your hair down flat like it was covered in mud
Trim up your pencil mustache and pop them

pull your waistband up like you expectin' a flood
And slick your hair down flat like it was covered in mud
Trim up your pencil mustache and pop them

Saw myself
Smaller me
Freckles bikes
Busted knees
Falling out
Of every tree
Trousers ripped
Kinda free

Transported
Out of mind
Transported
Out of my

Tree, you're burning to my skin
Your pencil led is begging to come in
Please, I just want you to forgive
This feeling of greed and sin

The cat's out

carved on a tree
We were love notes, passed in class, written out in ink
But now I wish, we were just, pencil & paper
So I could erase her

I wish I could

I'm the boss of the BBC
I'm the monkey at the top of the media tree
Your version of the riots in Cape Town
Comes second-hand from me
Chewing

Mable

Goldfinger

Spins: Campus Times

1996

a mile, crack a smile
She makes me want to kiss all the

Babies, hug the puppy dogs
She makes me feel like a mom
Smell the flowers and plant a tree
I

was needed

I'm so happy! That little red-haired girl dropped her pencil
It has teeth marks on them, she nibbles her pencil
She's human! Gosh, it

Baby blue eyes that pierce the soul
Lime green flowers packed in my bowl
My mind gets sharp but the pencil gets dull
Soft pink and deep yellow keep

from deep inside a den she smartly made
Field notes required, I hold my pencil tight
And write these words along the crisp blue lines
Soft renardelle

Did I tell you this time
I flew out of the night alone?
Grabbed the fruit from the tree
And felt this flash of nudity through my soul
The newness

Just a dull, number two pencil
A dull number two pencil
Just a dull number two pencil

Eraser, rub me out
Meander and weave work with what you receive

a mile, crack a smile
She makes me want to kiss all the

Chorus

Babies, hug the puppy dogs
She makes me feel like my mom
Smell the flowers and plant a tree

Threw out a leg
Skipping dread
Restless
Left a mark
Pencil mark
Poke, thread

Swung around the ring
Ribbons for the loss
Threw down, no shield

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