The air is good here,
So I'll breathe in deeply,
Then release all that I hold inside.
My lungs are gilded gold,
But I know how the time may go
Before the toxins flow.
I'll wait quietly, I'll wait quietly.
Because I'm afraid
And longing to be brave,
Now, and face these toxins,
Without any fears,
Without one single fear.
Toxins roam these parts
From time to time,
So watch yourself,
Because they might just land themselves
Upon your doorstep
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| 1 | Weaver At The Loom - Without Fear Of Their Return |
| 2 | Weaver At The Loom - You Can't Evade Them |
| 3 | Weaver At The Loom - You Can't Escape Them |