Care about the moonlight and holding you tight and asking my questions. Everyone loves a situation.
Long walks on the beach. The press will impeach. Lately I`m finding I am the book and you are the binding.
I gues they`ll read everything about you. Though the press miht shoot me down I`m still true. I sell my book for free. That`s what you do to me.
Oh, you are my family tree. Be good to me Take care of me.
Bop bop.
There`s hotels in the sea, Trash in the sky, The net-dustry`s growing. Stick to love songs kid, that`s all you`re knowing.
They push you away or tie you up. It don`t really matter. But if your head is up you won`t get much sadder.
But who am I to preach a word or two when I can`t even lift my own head without you? In my mental state kept you from coming around I hope the world would shoot me down for losing you. A broken branch I`d be if you weren`t grown to me.
Oh, you are my family tree Be good to me Be good to me Be god to me Take care of me.
Bop bop.
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