| As a thousand grow, so another thousand must fall
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| I’m feeling euphoric, walking through the forest, holding my chainsaw
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| Gather up the family. |
| Pack a little picnic. |
| Quick, do not be shy
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| I don’t want you to miss this; |
| this eucalyptus is about to die
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| C’mon tiger, grab that hatchet. |
| Why don’t you help me out?
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| We’re gonna build a family that’s gonna build a greenhouse
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| Strip it of its branches, and hold em all proud and to the sky
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| We’ll cut em all up, tie em all up, and leave em all in the sun to dry
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| Cos when they’re dry they’ll burn
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| We’ll shove em in the stove and cry
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| «Bendice esta mesa, Señor,» even if we don’t know why
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| Like why you brought us here
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| Here in a handmade home
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| I can tell you had a hand in it from splinters that I’ve known
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| I spent a minute in a bar
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| Finally found a fountain
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| Now I’m drinking rainwater that I could have drowned in
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| Surrounded by mountains
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| Infinite amounts of stars I’m counting
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| Peru to the north, the Pacific on my left, and Argentina adjacent
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| Into the fireland, I landed the placement
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| Had to gets some stamps in my passport to abandon my basement
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| I must be hallucinating
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| Had a random conversation
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| Something about the mouth of the Amazon basin
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| And Google Earth could not it make it look any prettier than this
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| I’m hiding from the sun
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| With all my bottles and constructing model ships
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| And the paper has got something in common with my chopsticks
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| From the same forest far away and made from eucalyptus |