Songtexte
Look
at
this
green
fly
crawling
'cross
my
page
Look
at
all
the
ants
in
splintered
frosted
glaze
Many
are
called
but
few
get
up.
Will
you?
Such
a
lot
of
work
that
we
all
can
do,
You
can
do
it
all,
live,
love,
move
and
do.
Many
are
called
but
few
get
up,
Will
you?
My
eyes
are
burning,
My
mind
is
opening.
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