| Forest woods, they knew to chop off his right arm
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| They said it did him harm, losing all his charm
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| He stays awake and looks at branches painted green
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| As if he needed peace, counting all the leaves
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| The screaming of the mad machines
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| Come at night into the dreams
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| Oh my, no more, beautiful sunsets
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| Whisper, whisper, words of prayer
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| Fight the spirits in the void
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| Flip two dead eyes open
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| Sun shines, sun dies, who’s heart is broken?
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| The trees are happy they can stay there in the wind
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| Learning to give in, confessing to the sin
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| Recycled paper saving most of forest’s aunts
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| Finding the solution to the life of those poor plants
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| Life inside the nevergreen
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| The search for new dimensions
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| Oh my, no more, beautiful sunsets
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| Whisper, whisper, words of prayer
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| Fight the spirits in the void
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| Flip two dead eyes open
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| Sun shines, sun dies, who’s heart is broken?
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| Let yourself out of this trip
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| Acting like a lunatic
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| It’s time to carry on…
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| Whisper, whisper, words of prayer
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| Fight the spirits in the void
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| Flip two dead eyes open
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| Sun shines, sun dies, who’s heart is broken? |