Lyrics:
polluted seas Stand on the fruitless soil, sickening air and dying trees We are lost in dormancy, trapped in snugness We know the truth but won´t see that
a weed My clothes are fitting fine There's no snugness at all Why on earth do I always feel I'm getting so tall What's going down with this town was our
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