I'm not looking for absolution
For all my sins or every fight
Smells like sneaking dissolution and I go out most every night
I'm not the one here who has to hide

Things like this don't grow on trees, babe !
Things like this don't come for free
Sometimes
The obvious is hard to see
Like raindrops in the stormy sea
So won`t you live with me on my tree

I can`t regret misunderstandings
Not even all the ones I«ve caused
The best conditions for crashlanding
So I«m not sure if I can stay
And remain sincerely yours

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