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Ants Marching

He wakes up in the morning

Does his teeth bite to eat and he's rolling

Never changes a thing

The week ends the week begins

She thinks, we look at each other

Wondering what the other is thinking

But we never say a thing

These crimes between us grow deepertake these chances

place them in a box until a quieter time

lights down, you up and dieGoes to visit his mommy

She feeds him well his concerns

He forgets them

And remembers being small

Playing under the table and dreamingTake these chances

Place them in a box until a quieter time

Lights down, you up and die

Driving in on this highway

All these cars and upon the sidewalk

People in every direction

No words exchanged

No time to exchangeWhen all the little ants are marching

Red and black antennas waving

we all do it the same

we all do it the same wayCandyman teasing the thoughts of a

Sweet tooth tortured by the weight loss

Programs cutting the corners

Loose end, loose end, cut, cut

On the fence, could not to offend

Cut, cut, cut, cutTake these chances

Place them in a box until a quieter time

Lights down, you up and die

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