The elders knew it, and even those before
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How they bled them, every spring
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First to notch them, respecting the wood
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So it could flow, without causing death
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So it could flow, without causing death
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Sip the land, to cling to it
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Shut boredom away, with the tree’s spirit
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Shut the nights away, in maple liquor
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Shut the nights away, with the tree’s spirit
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When the earth’s blood ran enough
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We emptied the buckets into the barrels of time
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Under the iron vats, we lit the maple
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Dooming it to boil its own kin
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Dooming it to boil its own kin
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Sip the land, to cling to it
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Shut boredom away, with the tree’s spirit
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Shut the nights away, in maple liquor
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Shut the nights away, with the tree’s spirit
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And when the palette of days finally stretches
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Memories find rhythm, loves get sugared
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Evaporating winter, keeping what matters
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Cutting misery down, getting closer to heaven
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Cutting misery down, getting closer to heaven
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Sip the land, to cling to it
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Shut boredom away, with the tree’s spirit
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Shut the nights away, in maple liquor
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Shut the nights away, with the tree’s spirit