A little beetle movin` straight ahead
just leaving anything he ever had
from little meadows into big new world
beware dear friend of every big black bird
the impact of a new impressions flood
he needs to hide away, a place to rest and keep doors shut
a time to cry and doubt if he will make it
breath out, stand up and get his chance to take it
the grass, it seems so high he just can`t see
if all the insects ever let him be?
Little friend the firs steps bein` made
count your legs, come on you`re doin`great
of all the individuals out there you`re one
to stand your beetle business, never run!
Above the rush of masses
clear blue sky, just turn your head and feel
the reason why even the densest woods leave
air to breath
whatever you have to, you walking your path to
face the day you must leave
beware of every big black bird!
Above the rush of masses
clear blue sky, just turn your head and feel
the reason why even the densest woods leave
air to breath
whatever you have to, you walking your path to
face the day you must leave
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