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Cloud Creep Lyrics & Chords By Crimes
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An oak with crooked leaves;
Looks nothing like a tree.
A floating bed of shall,
Drifts over mercy falls.
Cloud Creep. Cloud Creep.
A lantern makes us squint.
They washed our fingerprints.
Our backpacks filled with charms.
In the distance four alarms.
Cloud Creep. Cloud Creep.
(oooo---oooh; etc.)
