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we'll tear off the costumes of the world,
put on our real skins,
her with the outfit of a canary,
he who wears the attire of a buck,
they with the form of a bear,
it who is shaped like a fox

drive to the mountains
where are are free to run like the beautiful beasts we are supposed to be

dance in the light of day
yell at beauty of the moon
parade the barked floors that were gifted to this world

running away from the true animals who have chained us to 9 to 5 jobs
to be in our real world
to be a our real selves

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