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Marcus Foster
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Old Birch Tree
I will tell all the crooked worms in my grave To save the eyes, save the eyes And I will cover all the winding paths on which you pave Fallen skies, fallen skies
And if I tie up my troubles to the old birch tree And if I don't chop it down, don't chop it down
And I will throw all the stones in the shore at the restless sea Till it's dry, till it's dry
And I will let all the hundred faces in the street Pass me by, pass my by
And if you wanna sell away your sorrows Then save some for me Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I will keep them from growing in the ground
And if I tie up my troubles to the old birch tree And if I don't chop it down, don't chop it down
And if you wanna sell away your sorrows Then save some for me I will keep them from growing in the ground
And if I tie up my troubles to the old birch tree And if I don't chop it down, don't chop it down
And if I tie up my troubles to the old birch tree And if I don't chop it down, don't chop it down
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