Sticks That Made Thunder

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[Verse 1]
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My roots are deeper than the bones 
of the others,
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my colors, they change with the sun.
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My branches were higher than 
anything on the hillside
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on the day that I watched them all 
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come.

[Interlude]
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[Verse 2]
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Some were the color of the sky in 
the winter,
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some were as blue as the night.
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They came like a storm with the 
light of the morn
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and they fell through the whole 
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day and night.

[Chorus]
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The colors flew high and they danced
 in the sky,
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as I watched them come over the 
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hill.
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Then to my wonder, sticks that made 
thunder,
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such a great number lay still.

[Interlude]
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[Verse 3]
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When the light came again, there was
 death on the wind
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as the buzzards made way for the 
worms.
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And the little white trees that 
don't bend in the breeze
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for the ones that will never return.

[Chorus]
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The colors flew high and they danced
 in the sky,
     Em                        
as I watched them come over the 
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hill.
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Then to my wonder, sticks that made 
thunder,
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such a great number lay still.

[Interlude]
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[Verse 4]
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Those that have fallen, they come 
when I call 'em
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and answer the best that they can.
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But all they can see is what they 
used to be
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and that's all that they understand.

[Chorus]
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The colors flew high and they danced
 in the sky,
     Em                        
as I watched them come over the 
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hill.
G                  D
Then to my wonder, sticks that made 
thunder,
Em                     C
such a great number lay still.

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The colors flew high and they danced
 in the sky,
     Em                    C
as I watched them come over the 
hill.
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Then to my wonder, sticks that made 
thunder,
Em                     C
such a great number lay still.