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Natural LifeNatural life is ancient Natural life is strange Wiping off eyes I break blocks to feed I beg for steps of tenor and for words of my own Natural life is distant Natural life is strange I'm beginning to hate talking I'm beginning to hate walking I can't find the words I've lost the way I'm beginning to hate everything |