Tom: C
Introdução:
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I hear them squeal
I see them preen
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Grab hold of the morning
Head out to the porch
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I fear for my safety
You can see it in my eyes
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In an hour or two
We will rise
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Then a sharp breeze kicks up
I hug myself hard
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Sun's all prickly
On my neck
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Hands grasping and groping
Seizing opportunity
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Right where it lies
The sky will fall