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"Meet me down by the sycamore tree"
Was the last thing she said to me
So that's where I go at night when I can't sleep
I'll lie in the grass and look

my mind in a sick - night
Stick in a knife
Deep in my back
Take your light then I take a flight
Sycamore sized
I be schizo in the mind
When I flick

Listen to this Tale of a brand new baby
Born among the elms and sycamores
The first sound that he heard was the lonely whistle of a train
That

Can you see that sycamore
Burning away but it’s there for ever
Can you people hear the roar
Something coming no use hidin’
Keep your head close

never cared
And I never will

You will find me
Hanging from a sycamore tree

Suddenly you're old
And you're looking back
On a hilltop
On a windy day

The moonlight shines on the sycamores and now they are calling to me
In the city it's snowing the sidewalks are glowing but there's somewhere I'd

At farnley park cricket ground there's a sycamore tree
And it stands thirty feet inside the boundary
I think that someone slapped a preservation

The sun's going down on Sycamore
In a house I once called a home
Where the walls just stare and hold sweltering air
Till the night time brings me

She was standing by a sycamore tree
With a hand of dust just looking at me
And she said when a heart breaks it breaks in thirds

Well the earth took

true that the dirt on your shoes won't move anywhere without you?

When the smallest seed eventually sees the sycamore's view
Don't be the one who's

heavenly sound
Of that old time religion that’s good for me
Little children singing ‘round the sycamore tree
As we count our blessings beneath that southern

So we sat ourselves under the sycamores
Looked up at the sky for a star that was not there before 
I hope you found the peace you were longing for

I

bones for the photographs
It seems I see you often in the barlight
Bound to me the sycamore trees
And the daughters you're learning to feed and all
All I

bones for the photographs
It seems I see you often in the barlight
Bound to me the sycamore trees
And the daughters you're learning to feed and all
All I

We grew up in the Sycamore tree
Waiting for something
To feel release and
We grew up in a time of need
Waiting for something
It never came

And it

the fucking monster is
I fell me sycamores to fall on me
Fell me sycamores I’m sick of more of me
Smell me I reek insecurity
They spell me D E P R E S S E D

fleeting
You see the seed
And, I see the sycamore
You see the sapling
I see a little more
I know coal it takes to get to light at end of tunnel
Can't predict

friends sing out loud, no one else hears a sound
Wednesday likes to scream at me and Sycamore is no tree

I wake from a short escape, don't ask me where

And she climbed up those loosely nailed ladder steps
Up the trunk of her grandma's old house
That smelled like sycamore leaves
Fallen from November rains

a sycamore
Shine in the moonlight
Did you ever toss a penny in a stream
Did you ever wonder why the earth
Spins only once a day
Did you ever want to wake up

Singing a song
To the Sycamore tree
If I can't belong
Then I best believe
And how I want you
And I hope my ghost will haunt you
Cuz flesh and bone

slide
Leave you in park like it's Sycamore
(Like it's Sycamore)
Been tired of these bitches, yeah
I'm sick of whores
(Nigga, I'm tired of 'em)
When I sip

There's a place by the old mill stream
Down on Sycamore Way
Where I was a fool
I broke all the rules
I couldn't show my face
No I couldn't show my

It feels like countless years have passed
Since you came to me and asked
The question, and our oaths we swore
Under a little sycamore
Through summer