You fall through the trees
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And you pray with your knees on the ground
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For the things that you need
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With your lust and your greed weighing down
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And you weaken your love
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And you hold it above your head
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Success is a song of the heart, not a song of your bed
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And we all still die
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Yeah we all still die
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What will you leave behind?
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Oh we all still die
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You fall through the trees
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And you pray with your knees on the ground
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For the things that you need
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With your lust and your greed weighing down
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And you weaken your love
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And you hold it above your head
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Success is a song of the heart, not a song of your bed
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And we all still die
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Yeah we all still die
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What will you leave behind?
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Oh we all still die
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Marching away from the stream
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This tree it will die without leaves
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Marching away from the stream
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This tree it will die without leaves
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This tree it will die
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This tree it will die
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And we all still die
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Yeah we all still die
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What will you leave behind?
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Oh we all still die
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And we all still die
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Yeah we all still die
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What will you leave behind?
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Oh we all still die
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Willow Tree March
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| The Paper Kites |
