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Undertaker take me under oceans of oil
I'll be twenty-thousand blades of grass through the soil, even-
(fucker)

Undertaker take me under oceans of oil
I'll be twenty-thousand blades of grass through the soil
Even though we're all gonna die here
You're my kind, dear

Dandelion, blow my soul out into the sun
I'll take the breeze to big cities to see everyone
Even though we're all gonna die here
You're my kind, dear

Seven billion people living under the stars
Most you'll never meet, they'll never know who you are
Even though we're all gonna die here
You're their kind, dear
You're their kind, dear
You're their kind, dear


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