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These pines are not the ones that I'm used to

 They won't carry me home when I cry

 Am I too far gone to recover

 Or can I return if I try

 Should I trade my soul for another

 Learn not to complain anymore

 Should I stay and pretend that I'm happy

 Like so many times before

 Yeah these pines

 Are not mine

 They don't smell so sweet

 Like the ones in my mind

 And I search the needles

 'Til I run out of time

 But I don't see you in these pines

 Do I stumble or falter my words

 When I'm saying everything is all right

 I'm not one to release my depression

 But these trees bring it out every night

 Well I don't talk 'cause I'm trying to listen

 To the wind take me home through these leaves

 But it's quiet and I don't hear nothing

 'Cause the wind doesn't blow through these trees

 Yeah these pines

 Are not mine

 They don't smell so sweet

 Like the ones in my mind

 And I search the needles

 'Til I run out of time

 But I don't see you in these pines

 No I don't see you in these pines

another mediocre transciption by missez premise