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Busy Bees - Fake Problems
From the first breath of sunlight
I could hear songs from the trees
All around the wilderness melodies directed towards me
But when I sang along
They all changed their harmonies to hymns of persuasion
I was blown
Away with the leaves and forced to a conclusion
About the path ahead
I analyzed the consequences of the future of my direction
And I'll go until these bones don't go
If the sun is kind enough
I'll find a nice place to rest
Light will pour and rain on down as a song tied to her breath
In her words I could see a thoughtful line
If these bones don't go on arrest me for a crime that I've perpetrated
And I'm who it's against
Living life in constant motion is the only way
I'll be content
And I'll go until this body does not go
