| If they tell me that the bees
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| Don’t make honey anymore
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| Then what am I supposed to tell you
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| And if they tell me that the ocean
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| Is tired of her shores
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| Then tell me What am I supposed to tell you
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| When I can’t tell you anything
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| But the truth
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| When I can’t tell you anything
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| But the truth
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| What happens to an eagle’s nest in a storm
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| How does the mama
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| Keep the baby warm
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| What if the wind
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| Is telling us that it’s time
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| And what if we’re not ready to fly
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| I can’t tell you anything
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| But the truth
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| I can’t tell you anything
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| But the truth
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| Tree tops they touch the ground
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| In the morning walk with no sound
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| Hear no birds, hear no planes
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| Through the mud, feel the clay
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| Build it up, make it sing
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| But I can’t tell you anything
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| But the truth
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| Buth I can’t tell you anything
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| But the truth
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| What is this place
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| Who am I Why did we come here
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| I don’t know I don’t know
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| But I don’t know
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| That we’re meant to know
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| I don’t know I don’t know
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| But I don’t know
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| That we’re meant to know |