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The tree don't care what the little bird sings |
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We go down with the dew in the morning light |
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The tree don't know what the little bird brings |
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We go down with the dew in the morning |
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And we breathe it in |
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There is no need to forgive |
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Breathe it in |
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There is no need to forgive |
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The trees will stand like pleading hands |
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We go down with the dew in the morning light |
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The trees all stand like pleading hands |
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We go down with the dew in the morning |
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And we breathe it in |
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There is no need to forgive |
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Breathe it in |
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There is no need to forgive |
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The trees will burn with blackened hands |
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We returned with the light of the evening |
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The trees will burn with blackened hands |
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Nowhere to rest, no where to land |
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We know who you are |
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We know where you live |
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And we know there's no need to forgive |
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We know who you are |
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We know where you live |
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And we know there's no need to forgive |
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We know who you are |
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We know where you live |
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And we know there's no need to forgive |
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We know who you are |
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We know where you live |
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And we know there's no need to forgive... again |
