Ass Ponys
Some Stupid With A Flare Gun
Between The Trees
As you sleep between the trees i lay above you dreaming
And in my bed amidst the leaves i can barely here you screaming
And all the things that frighten me are circling in the air
It's no surprise they're telling me that it's raining everywhere
As you sleep between the trees the apples have been falling
And as i turn toward the breeze i can hear your mother calling
And all the things that frighten me get tangled in my hair
It's no surprise they're telling me that it's raining everywhere
As you sleep between the trees i lay above you dreaming

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