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A little wood |
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A little wood |
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It's in the middle of the burning |
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It's in the middle of the burning |
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Doesn't have name |
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Doesn't have name |
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God has three faces |
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But the wood has no name |
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Little child he |
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He's in the firing |
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He's a little list |
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And he's in the burning |
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And he's in the middle of the world-go-round |
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He has no face |
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And he has no faith |
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And he's in the middle |
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Of cruel cruel burning |
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Sky looks round |
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Sun shines down |
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Moon is childlike |
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Moon is working |
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In the middle of big black sky |
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In top and bottom of big blue space |
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And peace |
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And wood's no name |
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Child no blood there |
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Where the green river flows |
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Oh that's where my heart does grow |
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Where the red rose bleeds |
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Oh that's where my love does need me |
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Where the silence starts to thicken |
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Oh that's where my heart quickens |
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Where the laurel tree is |
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With laurel crowned |
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Child has no name |
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Child has no name |
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He's in the middle of the deep deep wood |
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A little wood |
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A little wood |
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And the wood's got no name |
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And he's in the middle of the burning |
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It's in the middle of the turning |
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Wood's got no name |
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It doesn't have name |
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God has three faces |
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And the wood has no name |
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Little child he |
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He's in the middle of the firing |
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He's a little lost |
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He's in the middle of the burning |
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He's in the middle of the world-go-round |
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He has no faith |
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He has no face |
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And he's in the middle |
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Of cruel cruel burning |
