It's gettin' 'bout time to make a rhyme
Seems we always sigh and tense the spine, and then we (talk)
And turn our heads to the stream
Step aside, seek and hide
Step aside
The bugs are gonna fly and they'll suck you dry
And it's always the buzzing in your mind
That's sounding, all the time
And in the path of that old shadow
They are riding in fear
Thought it wasn't near
Hiding from the clear, that mind
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