Pumped
Monte Duma
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Dancing, we're dancing gently
Free men we're sailing
Little ice floats in the sea
The currents make the ride
Yet we still slave away
Crashing up all white, all warped at sunset
The horizon brings no perfume
Where has everybody gone?
Allez!
Allez!
Allez!
Allez!
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Growing we're dying-off alone
Thriving we're baking
A little more with every season
And as we see the shore
Underneath lays the grave
We're smashing up all white, all warped at sunset
The horizon brings no perfume
Where has everybody
The horizon brings no color
Where has everybody
The horizon brings no future
Where has everybody gone?
Allez!
Allez!
Allez!
Allez!