| You can see them in the forest
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| Coming through the trees now
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| You can see them in the forest
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| Coming through the trees now
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| Brain like popcorn, eye shade greyer
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| Than the week gone by in the bush, I lie and
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| This ain’t Survivor, TV dreams and
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| Full-pelt warrior, brain on steam and
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| Sunlight gleams, and all seems well
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| But my heart reverbs like a bell
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| Birds take flight, quick ting, day turns to night
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| I’m back to the zone, alright, right?
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| Eyesight betrays, mind traps late
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| I just like my dreams time-phased
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| It’s like all day, they sit in there, still all sane
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| But we in the floods, pure shame
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| It’s like OK, I’m wondering, left-right brain
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| How to steadfast maintain
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| Life’s in a frame, perched up, high out of reach
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| And I’m an outcast on the beach |