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Assigned seating on my shoulder
Shares the pen when i scribble down my thaughts
Like a vessel sending melodies & old words
Write about the feelings that were once embossed
Iv seen these mountains in a past life
(rollin hills of memories)
And all these acres use to be mine
(my grass, my trees)
My blood karries what once has been
Threw theze trails they trecked
Traits from all my friendly ghosts linger in each step
They were once what we are now
Simple guidance from the ground
Resting on the branches with their leaves
Carving all our names in family trees
These rolling hills absorb me
My footprints leave a route to lead me home
My souls attached to northern central france
Been crowned the nominee
To spread what legend says threw fires glow
Child yew,re a rarity yew see
(yew,re not like them)
Others crowd their ears with futile heed
(yew,re so far ahead)
My blood karries what once has been
Threw theze trails they trecked
Traits from all my friendly ghosts linger in each step
They were once what we are now
Simple guidance from the ground
Resting on the branches with their leaves
Carving all our names in family trees
ೄྀ࿐
. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖
.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*
Lyrix: annie omalley
Production: Alex Strahle
Mixed by: John c Dirks
Mastered by: Hector Vega
Strings: Kiev Morales
Shares the pen when i scribble down my thaughts
Like a vessel sending melodies & old words
Write about the feelings that were once embossed
Iv seen these mountains in a past life
(rollin hills of memories)
And all these acres use to be mine
(my grass, my trees)
My blood karries what once has been
Threw theze trails they trecked
Traits from all my friendly ghosts linger in each step
They were once what we are now
Simple guidance from the ground
Resting on the branches with their leaves
Carving all our names in family trees
These rolling hills absorb me
My footprints leave a route to lead me home
My souls attached to northern central france
Been crowned the nominee
To spread what legend says threw fires glow
Child yew,re a rarity yew see
(yew,re not like them)
Others crowd their ears with futile heed
(yew,re so far ahead)
My blood karries what once has been
Threw theze trails they trecked
Traits from all my friendly ghosts linger in each step
They were once what we are now
Simple guidance from the ground
Resting on the branches with their leaves
Carving all our names in family trees
ೄྀ࿐
. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖
.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*
Lyrix: annie omalley
Production: Alex Strahle
Mixed by: John c Dirks
Mastered by: Hector Vega
Strings: Kiev Morales
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Writer(s): Annie O'malley, Alexander James Strahle
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