Lyrics 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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