When we went off away from the forest
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We did travel far to get a taste of so much more
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We dug up the roots of all the stories
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Put them in a pot and brought them to a fiery roar
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We fed on these things without a worry
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Never gave a thought to the coming of the winter storm
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Gone away, gone away, what was yesterday
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Make a meal, make a bed, tuck your feet in
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And resting elbows twice on a table can be nice
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But the comforts, they can be deceiving
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Now the seasons are not what they once seemed
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The berries all are green though the sun is at a fine high crest
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We lifted our shirts up in a hurry
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Reaching for the belly hollow from the long cold rest
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We slept off all the fat, but they'll be no more of that
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'Cause there must be some disease 'neath the canopy
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Swinging tails from trees, we can gather we need
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Give away what we had a fair share of
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And now the forks and knives with the sacrifice
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With a pair only some can believe in
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When we return, we'd find all the leaves have died
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Have we all gone away for such a long time
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We have a life so sweet and a nut to eat
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Now it's all just bones and a long way away from home
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The Forest
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Mirah |