What say we change?
Abandon all recourse and track
(The road was mud anyway)
Back to the living I think
Crash crash hit strike smash
What are you and what do you know?
Say it anyway
Anyway
Whatever,
Stupid is artificial
Everything is green-golden
A person and people, we thought;
Unity is clair
Morning sunrise and evening star
Together
Friend
Love
Right
Is life
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