| Feel the wind burn through my skin
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| The pain, the air is killing me
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| For years my limbs stretched to the sky
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| A nest for birds to sit and sing
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| But now my branches suffer
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| And my leaves don’t bear the glow
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| They did so long ago
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| One day I was full of life
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| My sap was rich and I was strong
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| From seed to tree I grew so tall
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| Through wind and rain I could not fall
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| But now my branches suffer
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| And my leaves don’t offer
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| Poetry to men of song
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| Trees like me weren’t meant to live
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| If all this world can give
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| Pollution and slow death
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| Oh Lord I lay me down
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| No life’s left to be found
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| There’s nothing left for me
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| Trees like me weren’t meant to live
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| If all this earth can give
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| Is pollution
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| Trees like me weren’t meant to live
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| (Oh Lord I lay me down)
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| If all this earth can give
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| (My branches to the ground)
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| Is pollution and slow death
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| (There's nothing left for me)
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| Oh Lord I lay me down
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| My branches to the ground
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| There’s nothing left for me |