| Underneath, underneath
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| Quite snow cover me
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| Silence deafening, what are we
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| Waiting for butterflies, bumble bees
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| Far away, in the wind
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| Something foreign, once again
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| I hear Lauryn sing
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| After winter must come spring
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| I’m on my Modern Day shit
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| Born and raised in the hibernation
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| You don’t want no confrontation
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| Larvae pupae population
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| Lie in wait in final stages
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| Kind of crazy connotations
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| Atomic winters, Ronald Reagans
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| White like beach sand, miles of wasteland
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| New frontiers, frozen tears
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| Eyelids stick together, close your ears
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| I’m…felling like no one cares
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| Countries bipolar, polar bears
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| Roam the streets, lock your doors
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| No one’s safe, stop and pause
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| All waiting for the midnight sun
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| To bring us back to life so we can live like one
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| (Hibernation)
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| (Hibernation)
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| Underneath, underneath
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| Quite snow cover me
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| Silence deafening, what are we
|
| Waiting for butterflies, bumble bees
|
| Far away, in the wind
|
| Something foreign, once again
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| I hear Lauryn sing
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| After winter must come spring
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| After… After…winter must come spring
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| Waking up, going all in
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| Last nine months been slumbering
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| Darkness, nothing happening
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| Now we out of the den, action again and…
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| Everybody wants the nectar
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| Watch your step, terrains a death trap
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| Taste the blood flavor of the month
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| Hungry predators on the hunt
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| Come summertime, medicate your mind
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| Drink yourself back to sleep sweet child of mine
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| Recline in merch with sleek design
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| That passive aggression redefined
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| My pacifist so passionate
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| About rocket launchers cashing in
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| All caught up and colored like a fashion trend
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| Bringing good ole fascism back again
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| Underneath, underneath
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| Quite snow cover me
|
| Silence deafening, what are we
|
| Waiting for butterflies, bumble bees
|
| Far away, in the wind
|
| Something foreign, once again
|
| I hear Lauryn sing
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| After winter must come spring
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| After… After…winter must come spring
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| Down sassing the social safety net
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| Blaming immigrants, that’s the safest bet
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| Snow white’s assumed, the cousin of death
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| Fed poisoned apples made of threats
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| It’s not a new thing, all this snoozing
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| Causing aggressive mood swings
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| Sun Tzu got us burning up
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| Then it’s blinds down, lights out, back to the hut
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| They changed the name, bought tailored suits
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| But it sounds the same as black leather boots
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| I’m not afraid, this here is rage
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| And I see you, my people staying wide awake
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| Underneath, underneath
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| Quite snow cover me
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| Silence deafening, what are we
|
| Waiting for butterflies, bumble bees
|
| Far away, in the wind
|
| Something foreign, once again
|
| I hear Lauryn sing
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| After winter must come spring
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| After… After…winter must come spring |