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A FINE FRENZY >> Merchandise Links
A FINE FRENZY
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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