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Sitting in a tree,
Climbing high, away from tears,
Climbing high, where you can't see
Climbing high, to escape my fears.
You don't hate me, I know you don't...
You love me, I know you do...
When I'm cold I'll always have your coat...
But I need to climb away from you.
Sitting in a tree,
Sitting high, way up above.
I can see the whole world clearly.
Even the world of unconditional love.
As I'm sitting in a tree,
I smile, the rain pours down.
Now I'm not sitting, not so far from tears,
I'm climbing to the ground.
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