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a dog-eared book with a story or a line
You could have been anything just not this time

Om not this time Om

You could have been an old oak tree in the middle

There's really nothing else anyone can do
Bonds of the long days, coffee and hallways
Colors dance in line
Ashes to oak and iron with rope
I really miss

unload
Should have stayed home
You never know
Would drop Pockets at towers
Weston and Oak
They caught him he was on the roam
He still locked up let a real

An oak of a man, with thick gnarled hands
He was a hero to me
I said oh father, father, why must you go
He smiled and kissed mother on the cheek

He

You can check out the resume
Bass kickin like MMA
All together now
To Danny Cap I dedicate
MIGHTY OAK!

always be home
I'd a spent more minutes on that oak tree swing 
But dreams are feathers in a dirt road dust storm 
Better get to chasin' 'fore they fly

enchanting in these Polaroids we took
Sitting in this box that you made with our keepsakes
Mine sits right by yours just cherishing the moment
Oak trees by

was new
That live oak in the pasture was fully grown back then
I like to think about him resting under the same limb

Won't you follow me Honey way out

making memories
In a country lane by an old oak tree
Some kind of education the 80s way
And all the days would lead to here
And all the days would lead

to the oaks
To Odins glory, as a sacrifice

It is the will of the gods
Now roman blood shall flow








In forrest-crowned we hold our ground
We standing

a triple A pass
Got one for Oak and got one for Cas
Got one for Mazz and got one for Wax
Sit down, man need a sec to relax
If you want a photo, just need

In 1OAK lookin' like Aaliyah (woo)
Three Cara Delevingne's and they all tryna FIFA (yeah)
I just got my re-up (skrrt)
Flexin', VIP, mixin' vodka

the zebra print
50k tonight, won't leave a dent
She said, "Twenty, mix the lean with it"
Phin got 40, he won't miss with it
I'm in 1 OAK, popping hella

T when I'm sniffing keys
Give me some of that LSD
Yeah, hippie life like the Seventies
Now flex, see on left
'Cause I'm really not impressed
Oak in

doth slumber in the north
In the likeness of an oak whose branches are dung-filled nests of lamentation and weeping laid up for the earth Which burn

of burnt oak
Cast out like a common plague
Keeps you on edge, keeps you awake
Hiding in the shade, but it's way too late
And the ground beneath your feet,

the old oak tree

Turn and take disbelief
Turning into stone
While the century retreats
To the memory repeated in a futuristic world

I get a little

can unwind
Where the saw grass is swaying with the Live Oak trees 
Nobody is calling only myself to please

I've got the sun in the sand the waves in

troubles he must flee
Thought to hang upon the branches of the great oak tree

His money had been squandered, the debts were piling high
He walked the path

start all over and do he things that we wanted to do
I can make it up to you 

I met your parents at the oak park 
they were glad to see me after all

Chimney smoke, over the oak tree 
It was whispering
It said, "Go, go go," we said, "Oh, oh oh
the world is listening" 

Ah ah, we found our warmest coats

down by muddy water
Near the path where her lover would go
Watched moss sway in the live oaks
Swore he'd come he did not show
She ran to find him, in her

the oak and the apple around us they did twine,
Oh Johnny, lovely Johnny, what has altered your mind?
A bunch of blue ribbons I'll tie up and wear,

an oak tree 
stuck here in the ground. 
Waiting till the rest of my life decides to roll around. 

I'm standing where you left me: 
Amid the ruins of our