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Panda panda climb your tree
Theres a life you live in spite of me
And for all the fruit that bore your seed
Theres a wet worm waiting by your feet
By your feet, by your feet
Theres another apple you dont need
And oh, I cursed the weight of me
The heavy purse drug by your feet
And the dead-straight line that pulled you in
Got tangled in our spiral spin
The tangle that I left you in
And oh, the love I thought we had
A tire-tread that slips when wet
And I convinced myself of my belief
That behind each branch a fallen leaf
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves
I count the colours at my feet.