Cifras
Nick Blaemire - Trees

                        D                                                                         Bm                                            D  
I know running away's a way to avoid a reality where a void sits,
Bm                                                                                            D  
and hits hard on your high hopes for happiness.
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But why would I stay if reality is already faking it in the first place,
          D                                                                 Bm                                    Bm11  
and I could stay singular and mingle with the wilderness?
                        Bm  
That's a fantasy,
                  Bm  
that's good for me,
                Bm  
cause usually,
Verse
D                                                                                            Bm                                 D  
People are perfectly fine until you finally get to know them,
          Bm                                            D                         Bm  
and when they show you colors you preferred they hadn't showed then,
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you're stuck with the truth of the matter that'll shatter any friendship 
             Bm                      D                                    Bm11  
you makeup, you break up, so let's drop the fake friend shit.
     Bm  
I fantasize 'till I realize that it's no surprise ....
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I'd rather be with the trees,
Bm  
you know what I mean.
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The green smoke filters through the breeze,
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and blow dries me clean of the mess,
                     D  
and the stress,
             D  
from societies, and families
N.C.
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In civilization everyone thinks the problem's somebody else's,
D                                            Bm                         Bm11  
She hurts him and then who's fault is it, who else, his.
          D                                                                                                 Bm  
But nobody knows 'till after the fact the problem's probably theirs too.
D                                 Bm                         Bm11  
So why try and civilize if no one else cares to?
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It's a mountain to climb,
Bm  
every time and that's why
Bm  
I'm ....
D                      Bm  
Hanging out with the trees
Bm  
they don't say a word,
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they heard every single one of my pleas,
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and then they confer with their leaves,
             D  
and relive me from policies, and hypocrisies...
Bridge
                        D  
When you freeze for a second
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in a world that's beckoning you to go prove something,
G  
to go be something.
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It's like please, for a minute
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I'm too deep down in it
        G  
to go be something, so
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I'll go be...
                E  
With the tress!!
     E  
I'll sit on my throne
                C#m                         E  
in my branches and breathe with ease,
          C#m                                                 E  
and I'll be alone and be free
             E  
from hyperbole unlike every other day,
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in human history......
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So I'd rather be...
             E            A  
I'd rather be,
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With the trees!!!
Outro
C#m  
Well right now I'm
C#m  
quite sublime
N.C.
E                                            C#m  
Running away's a way to avoid a reality