There is mass confusion in the forest
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I heard it on the radio
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And they're bringing in some guy
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And he is gonna go on
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About all the things he don't know
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And there's some girl in the background
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Screaming something about missing trees
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And I'm wondering
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Where did they go?
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No lines on the highway no passing they say
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No green to my left and no green to my right
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And the man behind the axe
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Always gets a full meal
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Cause green never puts up much of a fight
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So here's some helpful hints
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Some breath assured pints
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Full of beautiful grace so we steal their space
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And death comes quickly
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So we pull up to our double car garage hideaways
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And we start to say
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Where did all the trees go?
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They moved across the street to grow
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Where did all the trees go?
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Does anyone know?
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Where did all the lights come from
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They say you're big before you're small
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I'm sure glad I don't know it all
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If the trees could be lions
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Would they still fall and be tagged
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Would they refuse to surrender, refuse to be gagged?
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If the trees had a mother and a father like mine
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Would they stand up say praise the trees
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The trees will be fine
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Wake me up from this dream and tell me
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Things aren't as bad as they seem
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And tell me is it so not cool to say
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Who will save the trees
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Will it be me
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Our Trees
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Tegan & Sara |