I´m not looking for absolution

For all my sins or every fight

Smells like sneaking dissolution and I go out most every night

I´m not the one here who has to hide

Things like this don`t grow on trees, babe!

Things like this don`t come for free

Sometimes

The obvious is hard to see

Like raindrops in the stormy sea

So won`t you live with me on my tree

I can`t regret misunderstandings

Not even all the ones I´ve caused

The best conditions for crashlanding

So I´m not sure if I can stay

And remain sincerely yours

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