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A Long Way From Home Part 2: This Tree Will Be Here Long After You and I Are Dead, Unless Your Mom Hires The Mexicans To Uproot It

from Getting Used to Giving Up by His Many Colored Fruit

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I know that we die but I am still trying,
To distance myself from the boy that I am,
And be the man that I wanted to be,
That doesn't dwell on the things that are small,
Like me.
I once was scared of the rat in the garage,
And then one night I faced the vermin,
And soon found out it was small and harmless,
I thought to myself, is this how you see me.
This tree that I look at as I play guitar,
Will be here much longer than myself,
Longer than you,
Much longer than the diamonds around your neck,
Long after the memory of us.

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from Getting Used to Giving Up, released October 30, 2014

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