| Operating close by the forest floor
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| Near her growing and decaying décor
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| All the lovely trees in this town I know
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| Like the elm and oak, ash and maple
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| Watch the seasons turn, be it fast or slow
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| Broken buds to fallen leaves on the snow
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| Trees that tower high as the people go
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| About their business of making ends meet
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| And procrastinating about nearly
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| Everything of value — if only we knew
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| We’re just babes in the woods
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| We’ve missed the teddy bar’s picnic
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| And there’s no going back now
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| Babes in th woods or something like that
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| Overhanging boughs cradle all our days
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| Know the way through this impossible maze
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| That the human race finds so commonplace
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| So oblivious and all is for shame
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| Saving everyday for vacation plane tickets
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| Hoping to escape the mundane
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| If we’d listen to the trees we would be amazed
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| About how they’ve long ago perfected
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| Out-of-body travel to Venus, Mars and Saturn
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| While down here we stay, so it seems to remain
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| Babes in the woods
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| We’ve missed the teddy bear’s picnic
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| And there’s no going back now
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| Babes in the Woods or something like that
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| We’re just a drop in the bucket
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| That thinks it’s a god
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| Babes in the woods or something like that |