History is shaped by our hands.

Can't get this song out of my head. Doesn't help that I learned how to play it the other night.

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Up here in my tree
Newspapers matter not to me
No more crowbars to my head, no
I'm tradin' stories with the leaves instead

Wave to all my friends
They don't seem to notice me
All their eyes trained on the street
Sidewalk, Cigarettes, and seen the tempted

It's up here so high I start to mistake
Up here so high in the sky, I scrape
I'm so high I hold just one breath
A deep breath in my chest
Just like innocence

I remember when
Swore I blew everything away
Let's say knowledge is a tree
It's growin' up just like me

I'm so light, the wind he shakes
I'm so high up in the sky, I scrape
I'm so high I hold just one breath
To go back to my nest...sleeping innocence

Up here so high the boughs may break
Up here so high in the sky I sway

And my eyes peeled both wide open
And I got a glimpse of my innocence
Got back my innocence...
Really got it...
Still got it