Add some more reeelly light little strums in to fill it out.
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Suddenly, things become unsound
Stumbling on the shaky ground
Given arrows to shoot tornadoes down
Shoot 'em down
to the ground
Introish thing, 'gain
Inside ourselves
A hidden sun that burns and burns
Never does any harm to anyone
Little thing, 'gain