| It takes some getting used to, all this pretty skin
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| I used to have furry friends
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| We had our little cave games, to keep each other warm
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| We did wrong but we had fun
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| Smoke from our fires, nothing to say or do
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| Through all the smoke from our fires
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| I think I’ve heard enough, let’s call it a night
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| I’m tired
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| We run aloose back and forth, some kind of closure
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| Heading in the safe coves
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| We want more damage, don’t even try and tell me how
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| I’m in control of all things
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| Come on little fellow we’ve known all this time, I thought you had thicker skin
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| I have one thing or two to admit, I never learned to give in
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| Please show me back to the cave where we played, of branches and clear blue sky
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| Let’s see if the forest remembers the time, I told you everything
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| Through the smoke from our fires, nothing to say or do
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| Through all the smoke from our fires
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| I think I’ve heard enough, let’s call it a night
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| I’m tired
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| Smoke from our fires |