Section Four - The Polyphonic Spree

If you walk out and face up the day

Somehow, the look seems to fall off your face

Wonder who’s finding all this a game

Bet they’re slipping down in decay

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Somehow, you fall down and pick up the ground

Keep all the message and make it your sound

Why not, why not, slip into ice

If you want more, take some advice

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