Why can't we speak another language, one we all agree on?
Why and when men look outside, do they see houses,
Instead of the fields they grew from?
We are constantly uprooted from them, making us tiresome and fearful,
Can bạn get up right now? Endeavour to free-fall.
'Cause bạn can fall if bạn want to, it's just a matter of how far,
You've treasured your trang chủ town, but you've forgotten where bạn are.
And it will stay with bạn until you're mind's been found,
and it has been found wondering around.
With that skipping rope, the trampoline,
The crafty smoke that made us choke,
But we didn't give up hope.
It's...
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