Can you hear the sound of misery behind the oldest trees?
The rain is like a drum inside my chest
Drowning slowly in the ocean made of blood and fear
Nobody knows it's a blackbird singing
Nobody knows it's a blackbird singing
The old trees know our story, it was written by the sun
The sun won't change a thing, what's done is done
You were talking I was walking
You began to run
Let the salt flow, let the salt flow, let the salt flow
People talking, people staring
People wondering what's going on
I'm telling 'em the truth, I'm telling the truth oh
People talking, people staring
People wondering what's going on
I'm telling 'em the truth I'm telling the truth
I'm telling the, telling the, telling the, telling the

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