| Each time you think nobody’s looking
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| Somebody, somewere is looking
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| The birds and the bees and the flowers and the trees
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| There always looking
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| The trees don’t like the smoke
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| The trees don’t like to choke
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| So come on you two and give it trie
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| And put that cigarrete out for the trees
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| And if you’re so sure
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| That it’s alright
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| Then why don’t you say it out loud
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| To the trees?
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| Each time you think nobody is listening
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| Somebody, somewere is listening
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| Because the angels in your heart
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| There always Listening
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| The trees don’t like the smoke
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| The trees don’t like to choke
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| So come on you two and give it trie
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| And put that cigarrete out for the trees
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| And if you’re so sure
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| That it’s alright
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| Then why don’t you say it out loud
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| To the trees?
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| I don’t found this lyric on google so I listen and
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| Type it
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| I’m not shure that its ok
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| I’m from Argentina!
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| Gaston |