Why can I not sleep?
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Why am I turning?
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Why are all the trees burning?
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Forest fires, crooked liars,
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Why am I so sullen and drained?
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In the bush, it's raining,
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Lost man on his own,
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Has anyone thought to save him?
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The monkey is waiting in the tree
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Counts to three
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Hearing the sound of the fume-fuelled wagon
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He leaps on the back...
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Attack! Attack! Attack!
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No old heathen, not today.
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The rain falls upon the acidic trees of the millennium scorn
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The fire has vanished, leaving behind a trail of death for all to see.
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The birds & the trees, then you & me
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Lay twitching on the forest floor.
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The yeti is waiting for us to take us into his home,
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Care for us just like one of his own.
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Wild bones!
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Wild bones!
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Wait! The yeti no longer has a home
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The trees are gone & nothing has grown.
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A table, a chair, an internet nightmare,
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When will the forest speak?
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When all is dried up and way too weak?
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Wait for nightfall, it's so beautiful out here.
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Up high in a wave of oxygen love I sit,
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Up high on this glorified cement postcard I spit.
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I spit, I spit upon thee.
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Wait for your red skies,
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Wait for the red skies,
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Do you know how it feels to be alive?
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Let me know, let me know how you feel...
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When will the forest speak?
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When the trees are dried up and way too weak?
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Wasting a life on calculations,
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Not enough money for operations,
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Waste of life, statistics, plastic soldiers
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Sound of sticks rubbing together.
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All the people gather.
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Wait for the man, he must have a plan,
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Show me and make me a smile I can wear.
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Me & you we can make up too,
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No use for hate if you're wearing my shoes.
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Be happy, be sad, be a wild rotten lamb,
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Don't bother me now, I'm drenched to the bone.
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A sound of a truck and an axe and a fall
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Of a tree and a life and a planet so small
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Sick to the bone of your dour heart of stone.
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Let me know how you feel...
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You say it's too hot so you can take off your top
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A clank of a slot machine, coins bled unclean.
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A beaten old lizard staggers over the road,
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A hand and a heart, the lake in the park,
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The candle won't light and the fire won't spark.
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I'm worn and I'm torn but I still carry on.
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The money is angry, the money has taken the...
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Watching mayhem leaping from truck to truck,
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This is where he rejoins his friends.
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They feast, they drink, they talk about
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How things used to be...
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I still can't sleep.
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I still can't sleep.
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I still can't sleep.
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A million minds and a million voices
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A million thoughts, and only one choice.
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The need to find peace.
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When Will The Forest Speak... ?
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Sikth |