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Hear them buzzing in the trees |
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A lot like us a dying breed |
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One voice now is all we need |
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Hear them buzzing in the trees |
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Nothing left but empty shells |
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No memory now of where we fell |
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No one left to truly tell |
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The tale of how we truly fell |
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Once again the simple truth |
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Is crushed beneath the leather boot |
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A lot like us a dying breed |
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Hear them buzzing in the trees |
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A lot like us a dying breed |
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One voice now is all we need |
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Hear them buzzing in the trees |
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Nothing left but empty shells |
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No memory now of where we fell |
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No one one left to truly tell the tale of how we truly fell |
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No trees here to hide behind |
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Those big red wheels they slowly grind |
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Hear them buzzing in the trees |
