| All the leaves turn green in the summer
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| All the roses bloom in May
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| All the geese fly home for the winter
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| High above our earth now paved
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| All the stars gleam for the night time
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| And the moon reflects it’s adjacent sun
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| It’s so hard to find real answers
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| When no real side has won
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| Prechorus:
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| Well the grass covers up my body
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| And the river taught me to hear
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| Well trees have served as my refuge
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| And the dark it taught me to fear
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| All the men that live to burn
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| All the arms that love to hurt
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| All the hearts that have turned their worst…
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| We’re so cold
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| Aall the leaves soon loose their color
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| And the roses begin to fade
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| Crying loud I hear our mother
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| For just a few of those geese that were saved
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| Prechorus:
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| Well the grass covers up my body
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| And the river taught me to hear
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| Well trees have served as my refuge
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| And the dark it taught me to fear
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| All the men that live to burn
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| All the arms that love to hurt
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| All the hearts that have turned their worst…
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| We’re so cold |