If one day you come up to me and say I'm old and time has come to bury me
I won't be a fuss, I'll dig my hole and then I'll live and then I'll grow, I'll be a tree
I'll do some wood I'll do some leaves, right in front of your window, I'll dim the lights
All you round will feel like night but you can't bring yourself to cut me down
But I didn't do it on purpose, but I didn't do it on purpose
But one day at last, I'll bear some fruit, heavy, juicy, shinny fruit, you can't resist
And this fruit, you shall pick, it'll make you sick, it's highly poisonous
But I didn't do it on purpose, but I didn't do it on purpose

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