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I dont think that leaf is quite ready to fall down

Never anticipating it's death to the ground

I'll tell it hold on untill it withers away

And I think to myself I can't stand another day

In here



The wind pick up throws me right back to where I belong

Green is all I see forever and forever's way too long

And my denial is a powerful thing

Looking at me wont say what's really happeneing

But I'll put it on, I'll wear that corsit

And you realize I'm "beautiful"; you'll buy my portrait



Florida, again?

When I wonder away without my flesh to hold me back

Transplanting me to where I want to be

Transplanting me