Trees Of Old

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

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

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[Verse 2]
F#m                            E 
   Young trees and old clouds can
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 you save us all?
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The seas are rising and my drink 
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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 
            A        E
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]
Bm
I dropped the TV on my foot,
 A                       E
and when the pain subsided I 
finally- understood
Bm                                 A
What served had twisted our worlds
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Looped us into a snarl and 
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poisoned our hearts
Bm         D                     
Dear Neda, can you hear me up in 
     A
the clouds?

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

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