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I know a clean way out, the vandals made it lowThe day so lean, the nighttime slips in a songThere was a shot way out, down past VarinaI burn my bed and run naked in the WinterWell oh well, the pines are getting to me, consider my life,I'm wild but I'm not freeBy all accounts it was a heavy snowBrown is black by contrast I'm aglowI hear, "Wait. You! I'm a man, you're the beast!"But I'm just running so how can that be?Well oh well, the pines are getting to me, consider my lifeI'm wild but I'm not freeWell oh well, the pines are getting to me, believe me my eyes,There's a thousand left like meReconstruct my body, capture me in flightGlue in resin marbles, give me shiny eyesLife like From Letras Mania