The road I go done every day
People say they can't see it
But I can
The road is painted through my mind
I haven't gotten to the end
If there is an end
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Tree Road
The road I go done every day
People say they can't see it
But I can
The road is painted through my mind
I haven't gotten to the end
If there is an end
