Tree
You know my darkest thoughts
But still you’re my Queen of hearts.
I was hung on a tree
For the wish to be free
Died a 1000 times
Wrote a 1000 lines
And still my heart won’t stop beating
And my mind won’t stop dreaming
I will shuffle the cards
And aim with the spades on your hearts.
And with every breathe I‘ll take
Another heart will break
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