The forest awakes
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A desert at dawn
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A mountain at night
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And the rhythm moves on
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The people awake
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They're marching along
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The streets are alive
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With a terrible song
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Forwards and backwards in every direction
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The abs' perpetual motion
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The shifting of light on the banks of the river
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I'm free, but I'm keeping my clothes on
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I'm marching along
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The street where you live
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I'm calling your name,
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The song is a gift
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The song is a road
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A road is a face
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A face is a time
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And a time is a place
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A place of relief and a time of confusion
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The heart is a simple equation
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With beautiful words and with beautiful people
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The heart is a face, is a mountain
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A fruit that falls before it's grown
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I heard a sound and a bird has flown
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It breaks to pieces above the forest
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A million particles born today
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Out beyond the blue horizon
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Air cannot escape
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Underneath the weeping willow
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I can see your face
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Free-form, climbing all over me
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Creatures great and small
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Doctors pulling them out of you
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Hideous, virtuous, both of us
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Come in my kitchen when it rains outside
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Sweet inspiration sneaks up from behind
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Forest is true
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I know for a fact
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The bigger the front
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Then the bigger the back
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My heart beating still
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Through the perilous night
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The bombs burst in air
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My hair is alright
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The shifting of light on the trees and the houses
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I drown in an ocean of perfume
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The strangeness of words
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How the meaning keeps changing
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But somehow the beauty will find you
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The Forest Awakes
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| St. Vincent |
