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Where i'm going, I know fine well Where i'm going, there's no sky For a while I was living For a while I could fly For your sins you keep on living As I leave you behind I am a tree, although i'm hollow I don't blow in the breeze I was lost for a wee while Now i'm home to say goodbye It got cold and I was lonely I was thinking I could die So hold my hand for the last time As I walk into the sky I am a tree, although i'm hollow I don't blow in the breeze From Letras Mania