| Here where we stand there used to be a forest
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| A timber rising endlessly before us We cleared away that God forsaken jungle
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| And in return the Indians adore us What was mud now is a highway
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| Reaching wide into a prairie
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| Horses run -- cattle are grazing
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| You would swear it was Oklahoma
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| Day by day dark is illuminated
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| God’s mistake altered and uncreated
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| Wrong’s made right left to the jungle pioneer
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| See in the field my little son and daughter
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| Not long ago that ground was underwater
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| Now you can see them walking with the cattle
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| Singing them songs before they go to slaughter
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| There are those who would appose us Crying out, God save the planet
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| Bleeding hearts can’t turn assunder
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| This the eighth and final wonder
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| Day by day this land is liberated
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| God’s mistake altered and uncreated
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| Wrong’s made right left to the jungle pioneer
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| Saddle up giddy up and ride on out of here
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| We got a mile of burning to do today
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| Get along now gonna need you out of here
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| We got a pile of earning to do today
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| Down in Brazil there used to be a forest
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| Now in it’s place a crazy wind is whistling
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| As every tree was falling in the forest
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| It made a sound but nobody was listening
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| When the last is buried under
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| What has been will be no longer
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| No matter what man may endeavor
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| Eden’s gate closes forever
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| Day by day life is eliminated
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| God’s own work altered and eliminated
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| Through it all there stands the jungle pioneer |