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Intro: Am Am G G Am Am G F
DmTree don't care what the littlFe bird singsAm G DmWe go down with the dew in the morninFg light Am G DmThe tree don't know what theF little bird AmbringsG DmWe go down with the dew in tFhe morniAmng G
AmAnd we breathe, iGt in AmThere is no need to forgivGe F AmBreathe, it iGn Amthere is no need to forgGive (againF)
DmThe trees will stand like pleaFding hands Am G DmWe go down with the dew in theF morning ligAmht G DmThe trees all stand like pleadFing hands Am G DmWe go down with the dew in theF morning ligAmht G
AmAnd we breathe, iGt in AmThere is no need to forgivGe F AmBreathe, it iGn Amthere is no need to forgGive (againF)
Verse 3: The trees will burn with blackened hands We return with the light of the evening The trees will burn blackened hands Nowhere to rest, with nowhere to land
AmAnd we know who you are GAnd we know where you live AmAnd we know there's no need to foGrgive F
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