| We move from room to room like ants
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| In packs of hundreds we do crawl
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| To hide from danger is our aim
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| We must disguise ourselves like ants
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| No more of that, no more of that
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| We’ll fall one hundred times before
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| We succumb to your viscous ways
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| Won’t sit in line and wait to fall
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| And I’m too small to be your friend
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| I don’t live up to the standards that you expect
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| Please don’t fret I won’t try it again
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| I won’t take it to heart
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| Won’t look back at how things were before
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| I may be small compared to you
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| Take a walk in my shoes you can see for yourself
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| And you will fall
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| We move from room to room like ants
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| In packs of hundreds we do crawl
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| And holding on to distant dreams
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| It crushes us, crushes us all
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| You don’t tell us we’ll let you know
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| No longer something you dictate
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| To hide from danger is our aim
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| We are the danger that we face |