soft-brained meat,
killing machines,
and they don't like to be looked at in the eyes.
don't tap on that glass,
it'll make 'em shy.
an' those ties are like leashes
lettin' 'em walk 'round outside,
but keep 'em in cages most of the time
cause they get to feelin' free an' they'll run an' hide.

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an' this cold autumn weather makes all sink together an' what keeps me going are those plants so grand, givin' me back such an enchanted feeling.

apr�s - vers l'avant

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