Nick Blaemire - Trees

	  		
Verse 
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I know running away's a way to avoid a reality where a void sits,    
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and hits hard on your high hopes for happiness. 
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But why would I stay if reality is already faking it in the first place,  
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and I could stay singular and mingle with the wilderness?  


         Bm 
That's a fantasy,  
       Bm  
that's good for me,  
      Bm 
cause usually,    

Verse 
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People are perfectly fine until you finally get to know them,  
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and when they show you colors you preferred they hadn't showed then, 
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you're stuck with the truth of the matter that'll shatter any friendship; 
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you makeup, you break up, so let's drop the fake friend shit. 
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I fantasize 'till I realize that it's no surprise .... 

    D                  Bm 
I'd rather be with the trees,  
Bm  
you know what I mean. 
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The green smoke filters through the breeze, 
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and blow dries me clean of the mess, 
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and the stress, 
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from societies, and families 
N.C.       
cause please, 
 

Verse 
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In civilization everyone thinks the problem's somebody else's, 
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She hurts him and then who's fault is it, who else, his.  
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But nobody knows 'till after the fact the problem's probably theirs too.  
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So why try and civilize if no one else cares to?  


       Bm 
It's a mountain to climb,  
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every time and that's why 
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I'm .... 

D         Bm 
Hanging out with the trees 
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they don't say a word, 
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they heard every single one of my pleas,  
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and then they confer with their leaves,  
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and relive me from policies, and hypocrisies... 
 

Bridge 
         D                
When you freeze for a second 
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in a world that's beckoning you to go prove something,  
G 
to go be something. 
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It's like please, for a minute 
        D 
I'm too deep down in it 
   G 
to go be something, so  
G    D  C 
I'll go be... 

      E 
With the tress!! 

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I'll sit on my throne 
      C#m          E             
in my branches and breathe with ease, 
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and I'll be alone and be free 
     E                        
from hyperbole unlike every other day,  
           D#dim      E      
in human history......  


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So I'd rather be...  
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I'd rather be,  
         E 
With the trees!!! 


Outro 
C#m 
Well right now I'm 
C#m 
quite sublime 
N.C.       
though I know..  

E                 C#m 
Running away's a way to avoid a reality