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A little kid goes fromsize one to size twostill we have same jobwhat is it that we doall the change that's going onin that tiny mindstill we're indecisive,still we're wasting timeand there's cause, cause,cause to be alarmedwho feeds the dovewho gives the world its charmcause, cause, cause to be alarmedwe are pumped up fantasiesuntil the world's disarmeda little hungry facedeserved more than roots to chewthey will erupt "enough's enough"they'll lay the blame on youand these perceiving minds observeto count the final scoreno treasure chest, to reinvestjust a bunch of whoresand there is cause, cause,cause to be alarmedno making loveuntil the world's disarmedcause, cause, cause to be alarmeda frigid little fantasyuntil the world's disarmedfly bird high birda love bird got shotheard the lead bird's a dead birda new mind goes from birth,to full view to old foolstill we have the same facejust what do we achieve?all these minds that think alikedo damage to the strainwhere we stand the very spotwe will not stand againand there is cause, cause,cause to be alarmedwho feeds the dovewho gives the world its charmcause, cause, cause to be alarmedwe are pumped up fantasiesuntil the world is disarmedfly bird high birdgo see bird and tell birdthat a love bird got shot,heard the lead bird's a dead bird
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