Orchard Cycles - Orchard Cycle I | Текст песни

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The light has gone out of my life
Alright Mr. President but you still have your life
I've got no room left, for your romantic death
Or whatever first world cake you got cut
Glamorize death and for what
I've got not room left, for your romantic death

Lag your feet behind
I've got rocks to find
Lag your life behind
I've got trees to climb

I've got rocks
I've got trees
I've got streams
We've got life
I've got rocks
I've got trees
We've got streams
We've got life
I've got rocks
We've got trees
We've got streams
We've got life
We've got rocks
We've got trees
We've got streams
We've got life

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