Trees Of Old

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[Verse 1]
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      Trees of old your stories they've been told
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      Now you have to give us room
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Your wisdom is laid down, repacked and stored
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   For the next ones to come

[Chorus 1]
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Dear Neda your spirit rests in the clouds, we'll bring it down
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  When we realize that we were wrong
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Polish the dime, and climb, your story told is mine
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Dear Neda, can you hear me up in the clouds?

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[Verse 2]
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   Young trees and old clouds can you save us all?
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The seas are rising and my drink is getting warm
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No heart but heat for the farmers of Mexico
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I'll keep burning cuz it's too cheap not to

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I mean here it's still plenty cold
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I should know cuz it's where I keep my home
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No heart but heat for Mexico

[Chorus 2]
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I dropped the TV on my foot,
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and when the pain subsided I finally- understood
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What served had twisted our worlds
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Looped us into a snarl and poisoned our hearts
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Dear Neda, can you hear me up in the clouds?

[Verse 3]
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Trees of old I'm too dumb to carry on
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And when I'm gone, will you carve me into lumps?
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Feed me to the next of kin, in the end trees of old you'll win
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Please ask the clouds to take me in

[Chorus 1]
Bm                                 A                       E
Dear Neda your spirit rests in the clouds, we'll bring it down
Bm                           A
When we realize that we were wrong
Bm                          A          E
Polish the dime, and climb, your story told is mine
Bm         D                         A
Dear Neda, can you hear me up in the clouds?