You got to go down
to the lake To see what man has done
again There's still some hills to be
seen between the blue But below the lake
is dying
There's one lane dirt road leading
down to kiawe trees and a few old cars
You'll see the remains of our ways and
countless scores of dead life all around
There's some times I have to wonder If
they ever really see or if they do I
just don't care about me
Try tripping and seeing that It will
turn you right around, right around
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