"The Rays" as written by Robert Marshall Scott, Paul Christopher Kean, Kaye Adelaide Woodward and Malcolm Ian Stewart Grant....
You're poked, you're lost, you're tired again
It's the cold, it's the frost
I'm lying, my friend
Actually, I'm warm lying in my bed
In the best of form just restin' my head

The rays now will fall onto us all
These forms of life that surround us now
The sweetness the strife the short and the tall
The bitter and the sweet the stuff that makes us tick
Untidy yet neat, I don't wanna seem too slick

Lyrics submitted by BleedorBreathe

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