rootless tree

January 6, 2007

what i want from you is empty your head,
but they say be true, don’t stain your bed.
and we do what we need to be free
and it leans on me like a rootless tree.

what i want from us is learn to let go,
but we fake, we fuss, and fracture the times.
we go blind when we needed to see
and this leans on me, like a rootless…

fuck you, fuck you, fuck you,
and all we’ve been through. 
i said leave it, leave it, leave it,
it’s nothing to you.
and if you hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me so good,
that you just let me out,
let me out, let me out? 
it’s hell when you’re around.
let me out, let me out, let me out –
hell when you’re around.
let me out, let me out, let me out.

what i want from this
is to learn to let go.
no, not of you –
of all that’s been told.

killers re-invent and believe
and this leans on me, like a rootless… 

fuck you, fuck you, fuck you,
and all we’ve been through. 
i said leave it, leave it, leave it,
it’s nothing to you.
and if you hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me so good,
that you just let me out
let me out, let me out? 
it’s hell when you’re around.
let me out, let me out, let me out. 
it’s hell when you’re around.

let me out, let me out, let me out –
hell when you’re around.
let me out, let me out, let me out –
hell when you’re around.

let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out.
let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out.
LET ME OUT, LET ME OUT, LET ME OUT, LET ME OUT.
LET ME OUT, LET ME OUT, LET ME OUT.

fuck you, fuck you, love you
and all you’ve been through. 
i said leave it, leave it, leave it
it’s nothing to you.
and if you hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me so good,
that you just let me out
let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out?

LET ME OUT, LET ME OUT, LET ME OUT, LET ME OUT.
LET ME OUT, LET ME OUT, LET ME OUT, LET ME OUT.
LET ME OUT, LET ME OUT, LET ME OUT.

let me out, let me out, let me out –
hell when you’re around.
let me out, let me out, let me out –
hell when you’re around.
let me out, let me out, let me out –
hell when you’re around.
let me out, let me out, let me out – 
hell when you’re around… 

(Damien Rice)

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