| High in the grass, whining, buzzing
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| The bees reappear like a second coming
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| Can’t hear you now, too much to do
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| Feast on the day as it runs from you
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| The spring night came alive and we lost our minds
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| And danced to no music like fools
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| We cannot hear the chimes when it rings midnight
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| We can’t imagine what we will lose
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| It’s what we want to do
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| Drunk on the moon
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| Makes no sense to you
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| Petals adrift like an undressed lover
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| Run for your life, when you fear it’s over
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| Beauty is gone before w’re through
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| Split into seeds make something nw
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| The spring night came alive and we lost our minds
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| And danced to no music like fools
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| We cannot hear the chimes when it rings midnight
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| We can’t imagine what we will lose
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| We lock when the pollen’s up
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| We love when the party’s on
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| There is only this day for us to move
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| We live just a moment long
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| We leave before the gig is done
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| There is only this town for us to use
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| The spring night came alive and we lost our minds
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| And danced to no music like fools
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| We cannot hear the chimes when it rings midnight
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| We can’t imagine what we will lose |