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