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The aftermath of an armageddon of my world
Who will comfort me?
Just the buzzing bees and the burnt down trees?
Who will comfort me?
The butterflies? The orchid mantis?
We see eye to eye, I never planned it
They come around at night when nothing is inside
They will comfort
They will comfort

Even when I’m old
With brittle bones and all
I’ll be
I’ll be
Whole

If they ever need a home
I’ll open up my walls
For the
For the
Colony

And when I die
Cross my heart
When I die
Yeah, they’ll see me
And when I’m dead
When I’m dead
Bury me
Bury me
With the colony

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