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Well now I’m not a poet
And don’t you think I know it?
I just write what comes to me
When I think of you,
It’s really all I do,
And I hope it’ll set me free.

You see no matter what
We say or not,
Some words remain between
The lines we write,
Hidden in plain sight,
Waiting to be seen.

I don’t, I don’t,
Know what will come of this.
I won’t, I won’t,
Ever learn when to quit.
I don’t, I don’t,
Know what will come of this.
But I know, I know,
These words aren’t the end of it.

I’ve wrote a thousand lines
And yet I can’t define
What I’m searching for.
But as long as I
Still have my mind,
I’ll write a thousand more.

You see we’re all the same
In this drawn out game,
Trying to work it what it means
To be alive
Before we die,
God knows it’s an honest need.

I don’t, I don’t,
Know what will come of this.
I won’t, I won’t,
Ever learn when to quit.
I don’t, I don’t,
Know what will come of this.
But I know, I know,
These words aren’t the end of it.

I don’t, I don’t,
Know what will come of this.
But I know, I know,
These words aren’t the end of it.

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from Words [EP], released May 29, 2016

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Falling From Trees Norwich, UK

"Acoustic three piece with rich layered vocal harmonies and exquisite song-writing to boot."

Falling From Trees are a family band from Norfolk, UK. Comprising of two brothers and a sister, the band’s roots can be traced back through several iterations and many more instruments. Falling From Trees is the culmination of these projects, bringing together a folk sensibility with soulful vocals.
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