| These rocks will never know
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| The joy of being consumed by anything
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| Worth remembering
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| When in our hearts we go
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| Spelunking into caverns of dark reckoning
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| What gives us causes a scene
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| About all them things that rocks could never know
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| All of the hate, the joy, and the sorrow, oh, oh, oh
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| As we kill yesterday and we crucify tomorrow
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| Doing all them things that rocks could never know
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Here’s something you won’t see
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| A tree obsessed with being much of anything
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| Trees are just happening
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| You never hear one scream
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| Protesting lumberjacks with axes glistening
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| Trees are not listening
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| No, no, no
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| To all them things that rocks could never know
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| All of the hate, the joy, and the sorrow, oh, oh, oh
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| As we kill yesterday and we crucify tomorrow
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| Doing all them things that rocks could never know
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| So, soap of the soul, sow all the seeds that rocks could never know
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| Just to know, know all the things that rocks could never sow
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| Rocks the soul, know all the seeds that rocks could never know
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| Rocks could never know
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| Rocks could never know
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| Rocks could never know
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| Rocks could never know |