What Will We Do When There's Nothing Left?
Minor Birds
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The sky turns from blue to green
As I run along the barren stream
Feathers and talons
Teeth and scales
Coming up from the ground
Reaching up from hell
They only take what I won’t sell
So I sell, and I sell, and I…
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Out of breath
I’ve been running too long
I’ve got nothing to show
My wind is gone
I’m an old tired fox
The hounds have my smell
Through the woods and creeks
They never lose my trail
They only take what I won’t sell
So I sell, and I sell and I…