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My life is like a wound I scratch so I can bleed
Regurgitate my words I write so I can feed
And Death grows like a tree that's planted in my chest
Its roots are at my feet I walk so it won't rest
I try to push the colors through a prism back to white
To sync our different pulses into a blinding light
And if love is not the key If love is not a key
I hope that I can find a place where it could be
I know that in your heart there is an answer to a question
That I'm not as yet aware that I have asked
And if that tree had not drunk my tears
I would have bled and cried for all the years
That I alone have let them pass
Oh Baby I am yours Oh Baby I am yours
