What will we do when the last tree is gone
What will we see when everything’s in neon
What will we say when the sun has gone to bed
All of our dreams are made of plastic instead
When the last tree falls
Who will see it
When the last eagle calls
Who will hear it
When the water is all gone
Will we know what we have done
When the last tree falls
Who’s got the biggest house, the biggest car
We’re so busy looking at each other we can’t see the stars
The air that we breathe is filled with dangerous things
Now we hide our faces from the beauty that is spring
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We don’t have to gather every flower we see
We can let them live and die here naturally
Once upon a time we lived in harmony
A silent barter system with the land and the sea
We took what we needed but we always gave back
The cycle has been broken and the planet’s getting mad
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