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I slip back down where we found A meter milling maze And the rest that we find sound Will it find us on the bottom Will we find our way Will we fall apart useless Machining the made Find that sleep that we've lost Fair and tired living lives like little lifted leans Shaking heads under the shade of them bright bright bright sweet pear trees Mine is gone with the day Never miss a beat never find a home Mine is gone with all time Will we find our loves lost Will we ever make it back Will we ever need more than The fill that we can get Lets find that sleep that we lost Mother, father, brother sister, son daughter We are the rabbit that let the fox lead us Out in the sun with the cold war fever Don't need to beg for your money just please don't eat us Deaf like the big guns foaming at the mouth their gnashing Quiet like our words that roam and roll about