.Your skin in the smoke of the wood, dinner hour>Makes me high under the violet sky-tower>Look all around us, the cut plants regrow
Leaning like me to get close to your glow
Even in the city there's a rhythm
And it's by this beat that we are driven
One, two, three, four, I still.
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