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A Fine Frenzy - Rangers A Fine Frenzy - Rangers |
| The paths have been crossed
It comes and goes and is lost
Melancholy phantoms light of skin
Poison apples falling with the wind
Hear the sigh of the trees
Those who enter here never leave
And the rangers scream out to the cabins
They are the hunted
We are the rabbits
Maybe we don't want to be found
Maybe we don't want to be found
Further in the hole we go
Saddest creatures tugging at our clothes
Cutting through the twilight, sword in hand
Strangers once united against the land
At the sound of a bell
The running people from their shells
The rangers scream out to the cabins
They are the hunters and we are the rabbits
Maybe we don't want to be found
Maybe we don't you tracking us down
The rangers scream out to the cabins
Raising their muskets
Flashing their badges
Maybe we don't want to be found
Maybe we don't want to be found
They keep hiding a quiet like
They'll keep sneaking
But they won't find us
They'll keep living a quiet life
You and I
You and I
The ranger scream out to the cabins
They are the hunters,
We are the rabbits
Maybe we don't want to be found
Maybe we don't want you tracking us down
The rangers scream out to the cabins
Raising their muskets,
Flashing their badges
Maybe we don't want to be found
Maybe we don't want to be found |
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