The world now is a dull place to be
Wishing the aliens would come for me
No more birds, no more bees
No more fresh apple orchard trees
Stray faces finding where they belong
Plain folks taking a journey so long
And no matter how the shivering weak try to be strong
This is the place of suffering, it's where we belong.
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