Looking out my window
What do I see
A world full of people
All looking at me
Most of them got headache
It's no place to be
Few of them are happy
How can't you see why
I want to be a tree
I want to be a tree
From the very beginning
Of history
Man's not seen the wood
For the trees
Now they're all busy planning
World War Three
We are all invited
So can't you see why
I want to be a tree
I want to be a tree
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I want to be a tree
I want to be a tree