| This is for the trees
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| This is for the trees
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| I was ashamed
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| Everyone could see
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| I was a rootless, lonesome, crying tree
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| This is for the trees
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| This is for the trees
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| This is for the trees
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| This is for the trees
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| I was ashamed
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| Everyone could see
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| I was a lonesome, rootless, crying tree
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| This is for the trees
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| This is for the trees
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| This is for the trees
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| (Stanza 2)
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| They came down from the mountains
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| When I’ve been tripping through the land
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| And they walked down my stream
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| They said, «hello, we found the key»
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| «The road is free, come on over to the other side»
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| And I moved alone a long, long journey
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| To a feathered sun
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| All I have known
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| All I’ve been told have disappeared
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| I was transformed
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| When I moved to something wise beyond belief
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| The end of all times was
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| (Stanza 3)
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| We found the key
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| This one’s for the ocean
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| Cause it sings us to sleep
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| Awakes us in the morning
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| With love and greet
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| This ones’s for the ocean
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| The mother of all life
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| Cause she’s got the answers
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| That keep aside
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| Love and mother side
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| (For the sea)
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| (Stanza 4)
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| We found the key
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| For the trees (For the trees)
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| Cause they give us air to breathe
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| And soil to plant your seed
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| And make it grow
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| This one is for the trees
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| (Closing)
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| And I’m so ashamed that everyone could see
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| That I’m lonesome, uprooted, crippled
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| Burned down, sawed into pieces dying tree
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| For the trees
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| This one is for the trees
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| For the trees |