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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

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

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

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

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

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

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

so 
We sought out the shade of a tree

Sleeping in the shade of a sycamore tree
I gave you the world you promised to me
If all could be just as it

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

Dripping with Ambrosia
The form of a lady calling out
I fall
But lips they cut right through me
A purple scene of sycamore trees
And limousines
Got to go far

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

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

The devil was in my ear
Persuading me to take my life
And so I ran away, in search for god
And I found her sitting and weeping
Under a sycamore tree

Helicopters fall on my Converse
The sycamores sway in the summer night
My head is swimming in beginnings
I know for sure it will all be alright
Oh, I

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

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

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

got her afro slamming, jamming at the office 
Sycamore style more sicker than the bosses, 
No room in her epithet, for shit that's half or less, than

settle baby
This year's been a fable
I'm still turning its leaves

Muse on spring hiding away, hibernating
Sycamore seeds spiralling
Could we now begin

In the lebanese garden
A rose was born next to a sycamore 
Delicate as a charming jewel, something unusual 
A spanish rose was born
It's seems

Zacchaeus was a wee little man,
a wee little man was he. 
He climbed up in a sycamore tree 
for the Lord he wanted to see. 
And as the Savior passed

My sycamore
Wants me to stay
Playing in her branches
All day
And down down down
In the dirt dirt dirt
With her roots in the dirt
Up up up in the sky

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

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