If I lived under a stone in a forest of love
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Could I survive or would I die
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Fighting the evil, the ghosts and the stars
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The cold and the dark
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Would it become my home with needles for a bed
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Stone for a home
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But nowhere to park my car
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Or would I leave the engine running
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In case it would go too far
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The moon is sleeping and I am lost
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The ground is leaning and I'm falling off
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Feathers of eagle, come lift me up
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Carry me home to the cold stone of love
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If I lived in a tree in a forest of love
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Could I stay put or would I fall
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Breaking my body, my bones and my heart
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My brain and my thoughts
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Would the hungry tree become my home
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With leaves as a pillow, tree for a home
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But no friends at all
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Or would it eat it all including me
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And leave me to starve
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The wind is blowing and I'm swept off my feet
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Lifted above the trees and it's oh so sweet
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Drops of purest water, pour me back down
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Wash me home to the hungry tree of love
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The wind is blowing and I'm swept off my feet
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Lifted above the trees and it's oh so sweet
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Drops of purest water, pour me back down
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Wash me home to the forest of love
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Forest Of Love
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| Those Dancing Days |
