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Cardamom Ran shivers down her faithful thumbs Sharp lungs Connected dots through few remaining crumbs Don't you know That eventually we'll have nowhere left to go Tough luck When the trees all die we'll be standing side by side Soon enough When the oil dries and the time just passes by Don't you know That eventually we'll have nowhere left to go In the limelight Just tell me that you're right That we'll be alright This time Cardamom Ran Shivers down her faithful thumbs