[id:$00000000] [ar:Tamas Wells] [ti:The plantation] [by:] [hash:d79699aa3350459e2b8b09593fd857eb] [al:] [sign:] [qq:] [total:0] [offset:0] [00:00.27]The plantation - Tamas Wells [00:00.45]Written by：Tamas Wells [00:24.96]Trees planted in rows [00:30.94]Separated by [00:36.82]Stakes and laneways through [00:42.75]And crosses painted blue [00:47.67]I ran between the trees [00:49.42]I ran between the trees [00:55.56]Until I couldn't see [00:57.20]The shadows of my feet [01:03.32]Maybe it's the last [01:05.29]Maybe it's the last time [01:20.09]The plantation goes east [01:26.02]Of billboards and estates [01:31.87]Of real estate agents and their sons [01:37.74]Chased with water guns [01:42.80]I ran between the trees [01:44.69]I ran between the trees [01:50.58]Until I couldn't see [01:52.37]The shadows of my feet [01:58.37]Could I climb my way to see them [02:06.23]Could I shout to make them hear me [02:14.03]Could I wake them in the morning [02:21.84]Could I find them in our backyard [02:29.98]Please open up their eyes [02:37.71]Please open their eyes again