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E F#
You are nothing but a piece of driftwood
A B E
But I can feel the pain and misery
F#
And in this rut I'm stuck with roots a-pining
A B E
But I'm not a man so I must be a tree
E
I can't be real, yes I must be a tree
F#m B E
I bloom my spring then comes the fall that withers me
E
And through this cold I'm dormant 'til you call on me
F#m D E
That's why I know that I must be a tree
E F#
Every month you mate our need gets bigger
A B E
My heart has hardened like a knot of wood
E F#
And things won't be so shady for you anymore
A B E
Someday this tree will branch out towards the other wood
E
I can't be real, no I must be a tree
F#m B E
I bloom my spring then comes the fall that withers me
E
And through this cold I'm dormant 'til you call on me
F#m D E
That's why I know that I must be a tree
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