| All the leaves on the Giving Tree have fallen
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| No shade to crawl in underneath
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| I’ve got scars from a pocket knife
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| Where you carved your heart into me
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| If all you wanted was love
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| Why would you use me up
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| Cut me down, build a boat, and sail away
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| When all I wanted to be was your giving tree
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| Settle down, build a home, and make you happy
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| I lie in the dead of night and I wonder
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| Whose covers you’re between
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| And it’s sad laying in his bed
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| You feel hollow, so you crawl home back to me
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| If all you wanted was love
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| Why would you use me up
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| Cut me down, build a boat, and sail away
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| When all I wanted to be was your giving tree
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| Settle down, build a home, and make you happy
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| Well, I see a trail that starts
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| A line of broken hearts behind you
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| That lead you back to me
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| The once sad and lonely fool
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| With nothing left but roots to show, oh
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| If all you wanted was love
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| Why would you use me up
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| Cut me down, build a boat, and sail away
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| When all I wanted to be was your giving tree
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| Settle down, build a home, and make you happy |