| Why can I not sleep?
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| Why am I turning?
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| Why are all the trees burning?
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| Forest fires, crooked liars
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| Why am I so sullen and drained?
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| In the bush, it’s raining
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| Lost man on his own
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| Has anyone thought to save him? |
| (him)
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| The monkey is waiting in the tree
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| Counts to three
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| Hearing the sound of the fume-fuelled wagon
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| He leaps on the back…
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| Attack! |
| Attack! |
| Attack! |
| (Attack! Attack!)
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| No old heathen, not today
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| The rain falls upon the acidic trees of the millennium scorn
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| The fire has vanished, leaving behind a trail of death for all to see
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| The birds & the trees, then you & me
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| They twitching on the floor
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| Twitching on the floor
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| They twitching on the forest floor
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| The yeti is waiting (The yeti is waiting)
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| The yeti is waiting for us (The yeti is waiting)
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| The yeti is waiting to take us into his home
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| Care for us just like one of his own
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| Wild bones!
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| Wild bones!
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| Wait!
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| The yeti no longer has a home
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| The trees are gone & nothing has grown
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| A table, a chair, an internet nightmare
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| When will the forest speak?
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| When all is dried up and way too weak
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| Wait for nightfall, it’s so beautiful out here
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| Up high in a wave of oxygen love I sit
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| Up high on this glorified cement postcard I spit
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| I spit
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| I spit upon thee
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| Wait for your red skies
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| Wait for the red skies
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| Do you know how it feels to be alive?
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| Do you know how it feels to be alive?
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| Let me know, let me know how you feel…
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| When will the forest speak?
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| When the trees are dried up and way too weak?
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| Wasting a life on calculations
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| Not enough money for operations
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| Waste of life, statistics, plastic soldiers
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| Sound of sticks rubbing together
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| All the people gather
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| All the people gather
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| Wait for the man, he must have a plan
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| Show me and make me a smile I can wear
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| Me & you we can make up too
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| No use for hate if you’re wearing my shoes
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| Be happy, be sad, be a wild rotten lamb
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| Don’t bother me now, I’m drenched to the bone
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| A sound of a truck and an axe and a fall
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| Of a tree and a knife and a planet so small
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| Sick to the bone of your dour heart of stone. |
| (stone stone stone)
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| Sick to the bone of your dour heart of stone!
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| Let me know how you feel…
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| Let me know how you feel
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| You say it’s too hot so you can take off your top
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| A clank of a slot machine coins
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| Machine coins bled unclean
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| A beaten old lizard staggers over the road
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| A hand and a heart, the lake in the park
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| The candle won’t light and the fire won’t spark
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| I’m worn and I’m torn but I still carry on
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| I’m worn and I’m torn but I still carry on
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| The money is angry, the money has taken the…
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| Watching mayhem leaping from truck to truck
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| This is where he rejoins his friends
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| They feast, they drink, they talk about
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| How things used to be…
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| I still can’t sleep
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| I still can’t sleep
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| I still can’t sleep
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| A million minds and a million voices
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| A million thoughts, and only one choice
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| The need to find peace |