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The hive
I breathe in silence,
I breathe out swarms
And if you talk to me
Dress warm
They will not find me
Cause they haven't lost me
The fire burns
But it doesn't warm me
There are lines
You just don't cross
She has no idea
What she's in for
Raging bull
And youre my china shop
I say I'm sorry
And no one ever forgot
I can see you judge me
But I don't even blame you
I just want to point out
Everything you're slave to
The air
Could catch fire
For all I care
Not a sound
Nothing moving
Above ground
When it rains it pours
And then the fire started
When it rains
It comes in swarms
I breathe out swarms
And if you talk to me
Dress warm
They will not find me
Cause they haven't lost me
The fire burns
But it doesn't warm me
There are lines
You just don't cross
She has no idea
What she's in for
Raging bull
And youre my china shop
I say I'm sorry
And no one ever forgot
I can see you judge me
But I don't even blame you
I just want to point out
Everything you're slave to
The air
Could catch fire
For all I care
Not a sound
Nothing moving
Above ground
When it rains it pours
And then the fire started
When it rains
It comes in swarms
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