| When I was young
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| When I was home
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| Among the pines
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| The forest floor
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| I feel the dirt
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| I feel the flowers
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| I’d feel the rain
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| I’d feel the wind
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| What I miss is the stars
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| The stars in L.A. disappear
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| My sanctuary never here
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| Send a love note to the green
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| To the stars
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| Back to the pines
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| A forest floor
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| Though will fall
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| Like diamond
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| The rain will dance
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| Like paper glass
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| No young romance
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| Would be this grand
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| A tree falls in a city
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| Will people stop to listen?
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| While they sleep I’ll be dreaming
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| Always had trouble sleeping
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| Dreaming of the stars
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| The stars in New York disappear
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| My sanctuary never here
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| Send a love note to the green
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| To the stars
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| I stain my shirt
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| With caffeine
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| I lit a match
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| A forest fire
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| I burn the thoughts
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| I try to grow up
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| The lake water pours from my bones
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| But instead
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| The stars in Vegas disappear
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| My sanctuary never here
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| Send your love note to the green
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| Send my letter out through the
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| And the stars
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| And the stars
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| And the stars
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| And the stars |