The Art Is Dead by Return
We don't mind, they don't care, they wasted all our time,
we're floating in mid-air One more try to change their
minds, they're searching for a sweeter fruit upon a
higher vine And though we waited so long they said 'not
this time' Every move is a move worth taking, one step,
two step, three step... There's no day, there's no night,
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