Correction Lyrics The Woods* by Duncan Laurence

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I'll tangle up my roots with yours
I'll chain my bicycle to yours
Side by side, rich or poor
Till God comes knocking on our door

I'll be a raft that's holding strong
Until you tell me to move on
I'll fall as gravel at your shores
Till God comes knocking on
Till God comes knocking on
Till God comes knocking on our door

You're the tears when I am laughing
The drops that keep the drought from lasting
And I'll be coming back for more
Just as the bottle stops the poor

And like the grapes upon the vine
Our bittersweetness grows with time
The sour taste of wanting more
Just as the bottle stops
Just as the bottle stops
Just as the bottle stops the poor
So just follow me and count our footsteps on the trail
No one has been every tree
Carve a memory all the way, all the way
Just follow me and count our footsteps on the trail
No one has been every tree
Carve a memory all the way to where these woods end

So start a fire with these branches
A life of riddle still unanswered
We'll figure out what it all was for
When the ashes settled on
The ashes settled on
The ashes settled on the floor

So just follow me and count our footsteps on the trail
No one has been every tree
Carve a memory all the way, all the way
Just follow me and count our footsteps on the trail
No one has been every tree
Carve a memory all the way to where these woods end

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