| Not enough air to quite go around
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| So we seek lower ground
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| The light plays its tricks on the trees
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| In forests like these
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| Losing the prints
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| Of the path just ahead
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| Dazzled by the sun
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| Where’s everyone
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| I saw notches in the tree trunks
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| I saw unfamiliar footprints
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| I heard evil omen
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| Voices in the shadow
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| Came to a circle of stones
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| And nothing was left but their bones
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| Cover them
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| If you can
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| Leave a sign
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| If you can
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| Send up a flare
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| If you can
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| In the dry leaves where the canopy opens
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| Not enough flesh remaining to say
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| Who fought bravely today
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| But I knew them all when they lived
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| And had fight to give
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| High in the pines
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| Searching for signs
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| Come upon a smoking fire pit
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| This is it
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| This is it
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| Count up our lower numbers
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| See shapes among the shadows
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| And now we enter the fray
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| And nothing can stand in our way
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| Slaughter them
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| If you can
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| Kill them all
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| Where they stand
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| Make an example of them
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| In the dry leaves where the canopy opens |