Things Like This - Fury In The Slaughterhouse

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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