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Where the flowers fight back
and they chop and they hack and they maim and they kill on Infinity Hill. Where the trees devour hour after hour and they show what they feel on Infinity Hill. Where the people pray it's not their last day and they beg and they kneel on Infinity Hill. Where nature's alive like bees in a hive we're their next meal on Infinity Hill. Rivers run cold where souls have been sold and they roll like a wheel on Infinity Hill.
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