Sunflower searcher sung to the disenchanted
As their walk grows arduous and tiresome
There is no
No immense overhanging
No, I've never felt
I only know what I see
What I see
Explosion
I am a child naked at your feet
Known to none as a remedy
For these jam-packed streets
We will all have our seven days
We will all hang on the eighth
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We knew what was good for us
The horse would sit so tight
Everyone knows that theirs is right
Everyone knows
Forklifts' teeth break on contact
Thе gods won't supervise any longer
As wе disconnect
Ourselves from the land
Roll on and on and on
In time
In time
In time
I will sing the last lullaby
I will sing the last lullaby
I will sing the last lullaby