| The river freed from the clutches of ice
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| The music of bees pollinates the light
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| The future hangs on the roll of a dice
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| The whisper of trees gives voice to the night
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| I’m on my way
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| Don’t know where I’m going but I’m here today
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| Rumors and lust do a dance on the breeze
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| Easy conversations saying more than they need
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| And a mouth full of dust makes it harder to breathe
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| For all the medication but we still can’t see
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| We’re on our way
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| Don’t know where we’re going but we’re here today
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| We’re on our way
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| Don’t know where we’re going but we’re here today
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| Everybody’s living underneath the covers
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| Going off the deep end waiting for the summer
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| I don’t know the answer, I don’t know the reason
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| You become a dancer, I become a demon
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| Always changing with the seasons
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| I’m leaving home but I hope you know
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| That I’ll be back before the snows begin
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| My soul as barren as the soil
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| But I feel my blood begin to boil again
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| Listen close and you’ll hear the sound
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| It’s boiling up from the underground
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| Spring fever, spring fever has a hold of this town
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| The music of bees that was lost is found
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| We’re on our way
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| Don’t know where we’re going but we’re here today
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| We’re on our way
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| Don’t know where we’re going but we’re here today |