LYRIC

Wallowing in the mud
Down in the damp
Fumbles, a boy and his harlot
The torch of the night
Wails his plan
The animals raise their stained ballots

I love the trees
And they love me
We'll dig our holes in harmony

I wanna go
Back to the past
Where you had
No perch to howl from
I wonder if you can see me
Circulating an empty harbor

I love your eyes
Do they love me
I'll never know
Now you're lost at sea
No, I'll never know
Now you're lost at sea
Lost at sea
Lost at sea

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