| The paths have been crossed
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| The crumbs are gone and the way
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| And the way is lost
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| Melancholy phantoms eye our skins
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| Poisoned apples falling with the wind
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| Hear the sigh of the trees
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| Those who enter here never leave
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| And the rangers stream
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| Out of their cabins
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| They are the hunters,
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| We are the rabbits
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| But maybe we don’t want to be found
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| Maybe we don’t want to be found
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| Further in and on we go
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| Sightless creatures tugging at our clothes
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| Cutting through the twilight, sword in hand
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| Strangers once, united against the land
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| At the sound of the bells
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| They’re pulling paper lanterns from their shelves
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| And the rangers stream
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| Out of their cabins
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| They are the hunters,
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| We are the rabbits
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| And maybe we don’t want to be found
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| Maybe we don’t want you tracking us down
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| The rangers stream
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| Out of their cabins
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| Raising their muskets,
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| Flashing their badges
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| But maybe we don’t want to be found
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| Maybe we don’t want to be found
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| Let’s keep hiding, all quiet-like
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| They’ll keep seeking but they won’t find us Let’s keep living our quiet lives
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| You and I You and I And the rangers stream
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| Out of their cabins
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| They are the hunters,
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| We are the rabbits
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| And maybe we don’t want to be found
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| Maybe we don’t want you tracking us down
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| The rangers stream
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| Out of their cabins
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| Raising their muskets,
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| Flashing their badges
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| But maybe we don’t want to be found
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| Maybe we don’t want to be found |