| frightening clarity of sound
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| lack of right and left
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| absence of top and bottom
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| no one will find us in this forest
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| we won't be found
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| behind the collar rain and autumn around
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| down the collar rain and well
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| rain down the collar and I'm on glass legs
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| I'm up the stairs I'm down the stairs
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| and the forest exploded in the eyes
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| the forest breathes with a network of myceliums
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| network of myceliums
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| network of myceliums
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| yeah
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| fire our friend mushrooms our enemy
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| fire is our friend mushrooms are our enemy
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| water is our friend mushrooms are our enemy
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| fire our friend mushrooms our enemy
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| fire is our friend mushrooms are our enemy
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| water is our friend mushrooms are our enemy
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| fire our friend mushrooms our enemy
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| fire is our friend mushrooms are our enemy
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| eat your enemies
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| take their power for yourself
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| eat your enemies
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| take their power for yourself
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| we will die today in this forest
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| we won't be found
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| we won't be found
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| and there in the fog trees with eyes
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| stretched out their hands to me hello,
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| and under the feet of moss with soft lips
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| grabbed my ankles hello,
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| and above me is a black raven, oh
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| in slow circles
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| and next to the pine woodpecker tuk-tuk
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| I turned to the sound turned and saw
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| like trees under mushrooms overgrown with eyes
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| stretched out their hands to me hello,
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| and the moss underfoot with soft lips
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| grabbed my ankles hello,
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| and above me is a black raven, oh
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| in slow circles
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| and next to the pine woodpecker tuk-tuk
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| I turned around at the sound I turned around and saw
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| like trees under mushrooms overgrown with eyes
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| stretched out their hands to me hello,
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| and the moss underfoot with soft lips
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| grabbed my ankles hello,
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| and above me is a light raven, oh
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| in slow circles
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| and next to the pine woodpecker tuk-tuk
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| and the day between us does not end
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| the day between us does not end
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| we will be born in this forest today
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| sculptor fire
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| walks in circles
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| and the night between us does not end
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| the night between us does not end
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| no one will find us in this forest
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| we won't be found
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| behind the collar rain and autumn around
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| down the collar rain and well
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| by the collar the rain and I
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| I'm on the wings of the bark
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| I am a jay up, I am a snail down
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| and the forest exploded in the eyes
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| the forest beats with a network of myceliums
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| network of myceliums
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| network of myceliums
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| woodpecker trunk breaks into chips
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| Raven flies around
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| you are a fighter, he is a lie
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| I am the voice actor
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| terrain |