Running, jumping, skipping fly.
Nothing left to do but cry.
Take a look at one another.
Uncle, cousin, sister brother.
We cant save you, not just yet
Cause to me, you're still a threat
Shed that skin that you call home
come with us and here you roam
Feather, cotton, linen, lace
Into the seas without a trace.
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