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Mr. Blackberry
© A. Zoli 2012 (ASCAP)

Oh Mr. Blackberry, you and your guilty thorns
Why you gotta hurt me so bad
I cut you down but then, you just grow right back in
You are the worst I’ve ever had

Oh Mr. Blackberry, you and your devious vines
You just keep crawling up my house
I cannot seem to find, a place you don’t entwine
I’m lucky if I even get out

I wish you’d find another yard to lay your damage in
I thought I made it perfectly clear
You are not welcome here

Oh Mr. Blackberry, my hands are red with blood
Trying to rip you out of the ground
You lay your roots deep, like an anchored boat at sea
I think my strength is giving out

If you don’t find another place to lay your weapons down
I’ll light the fire and watch you burn
And laugh as into ash you turn

From the album:
Left for Better

The Local Strangers - Left for Better

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