I have no choice, no choice
So I travel till my days are done
We have no voice, no voice
Still we're glad we've made it this far

I was walking down the road yesterday
But it seems the road has gone away
I'm lost and loney and I feel so weak
My legs are tired and I have to eat

In this forest all the trees are shrooms
So I'm left to wander in the gloom
They make my eyelids feel like stone cold led
So now the time has come to listen to the sounds...

in my head

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