Letra In My Tree Immortality de Pearl Jam

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up here in my tree, yeah
newspapers matter not to me, yeah
no more crowbars to my head, yeah
i'm trading stories with the leaves instead, yeah
wave to all my friends, yeah
they don't seem to notice me, no
all their eyes trained on the street, yo, oh
sidewalk cigarettes and scenes, (tem-pted)
up here so high i start to shake
up here so high the sky i scrape
i'm so high i hold just one breath here within my chest
just like innocence

(eddie's down in his home)
(oh, the blue sky it's his home)
(eddie's blue sky home)
(oh, the blue sky it's his home)

i remember when, yeah
i swore i knew everything, oh yeah
let's say knowledge is a tree, yeah
it's growing up just like me, yeah
i'm so light the wind he shakes
i'm so high the sky i scrape
i'm so light i hold just one breath and go back to my nest
sleep with innocence...

up here so high the boughs they break
up here so high the sky i scrape
had my eyes peeled both wide open, and i got a glimpse
of my innocence... got back my inner sense...
baby got it, still got it




Vacate is the word...vengeance has no place on me or her
Cannot find a comfort in this world
Artificial tear...vessel stab next come volunteers
Vulnerable, wisdom can't adhere...

A truant finds home...and a wish to hold on...
But there's a trapdoor in the sun...immortality...

As privileged as a whore...victims in demand for public show
Swept out through the cracks beneath the door
Holier than thou, how?
Surrendered...executed, anyhow
Scrawl dissolved, cigar box on the floor...

A truant finds home...and a wish to hold on to...
But saw the trapdoor in the sun...
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Immortality...
I cannot stop the thought...of running in the dark...
Coming up a which way sign...all good truants must decide...
Oh, stripped and sold, mom...(auctioned forearm)...
And whiskers in the sink...
Truants move on...cannot stay long
Some die just to live...
Ohh...