This may never start. We could fall apart. And I'd be your memory. Lost your sense of fear. Feelings insincere. Can I be your memory? So get back, back
s as close as it will ever come And believe you're where you are Keep acting out the part But at the end of the day, the trees all get wheeled away And
trees Forest for the trees You gotta learn to see Forest for the trees You just gotta learn to see Forest for the trees You gotta learn to see Forest for the trees
they limitations and they minds is free Tell them teachers that you want your money back this time And tell Bob Ross for all the happy little trees And
fox to know a fox D'ya know what I'm saying? (lovin' don't-l-l-l-l-lovin' don't L-lovin' don't-lovin' don't L-l-l-lovin' don't grow on trees) Sittin
let's take it to Maiami (karria 2 Maiami) Let't take it down to Texas Where dey be gettin wreckless (dirty-dirt)
of the mall In and out of some cars, that I, just barely bought What, ever it be Cash or currency Mami can take picture, I promise to say "Trees!" (Trees
Tall trees in Georgia They grow so high They shade me so And sadly walking Through the thicket I go The sweetest love I ever had, I left aside Because
There is unrest in the forest There is trouble with the trees For the maples want more sunlight And the oaks ignore their pleas The trouble with the
Trees, they grow high and the leaves they do grow green Many is the time my true love I've seen Many an hour I have watched him all alone He's young but
knees you are taller than trees You can look over heartaches and fears When my faith is gone to my knees I will go growing stronger and taller than trees
When you come to me I'll question myself again Is this grip on life still my own? When every step I take Leads me so far away Every thought should bring
gaze Until I lost your face In the next morning's haze You're shoes could've woken up the whole street They drowned out the birds, screaming in the trees
I'd paint one for you A picture portraying the love we once knew Then a tear would reveal the sorrow in me As I painted white fences and evergreen trees
Only just recently 'Cause you seem to believe That we'll never be free I was gonna be knee deep Can't we be like the season's trees? Changeably, just
bed Where I grew tall and my feet hung over the end The low beam room with the window looking out On the soft summer garden Where the boys grew in the trees
a tree. If you look carefully, you can see the outlines of six chickens in the leaves of the tree. Pig: (singing) Oh, there are chickens in the trees