Fallen Tree
I like the way the wind feels beneath my leaves
But soon I'll be a fallen tree,a fallen tree
All they wanna do is cut me down,down,down
Well good luck, my roots are planted deep in the ground
I'll take my stand in the dirt
I'll surpass your effortless work
I'll stand through it all with my deep roots
I wont be left stranded
I am well planted,deep in the ground
I'm not going to be chopped down
I'm not gonna be a fallen tree
I'll let the strength within me
Let me stand,firm on the land
I am well planted on the ground
I'm not messin' around
I am here to stay
You can go away
I won't mind
No,no,not all
I'm gonna stand here nice and tall
I'm not gonna let you cut me down,down,down
I'm not gonna let myself be,a fallen,a fallen,a fallen tree
So you can take your axe somewhere else
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