| Why?
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| They wasted our filth
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| Stolen our bones
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| Turning our eyes, they’re turning further to war
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| This is for knowing among silent trees
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| Kill those that run away
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| to delight and iron the birds
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| They’re desolate, lonely
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| For most of the trees, there’s hail on the leaves
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| to delight and iron the birds
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| His voice, so thick that love got buried
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| His voice, no boy, no boy, no play
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| Someday I’ll rise, someday I’ll play
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| Someday I’ll rise, someday I’ll rise
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| His voice, so thick that love, that love has gone away
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| No boy, no play
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| Windblown through the leaves
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| Can you still just dance then start singing?
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| I lay on the ground
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| Get lost once again in a tranquil sound
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| Revive the memory in real time, for me
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| The terrible sound
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| Is fading from paradise, is fading away…
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| And the hunger bout came
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| To delight and iron the birds
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| To seize our fate
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| Where are all the leaves?
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| We must dwell on the leaves
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| Tantalize, convince me that nothing’s wrong
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| This all seems to say that I’ll find a way
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| To shed my old skin and move on
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| For now I listen when they say nothing’s wrong
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| Retreat to a place where memories erase
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| Ignore it as I have all along |