The paths have been crossed The crows are gone and the way and the way is lost Melancholy phantoms eye our skin Poison apples falling with the wind Hear the sigh of the trees Those who enter here never leave And the rangers stream out of their cabins They are the hunters We are the rabbits and Maybe we don't want to be found Maybe we don't want to be found Further in the hole we go Silent creatures tugging at our clothes Cutting through the twilight, sword in hand Strangers once united against the land At the sound of a bell The running people from their shells The rangers stream out of their cabins They are the hunters and we are the rabbits Maybe we don't want to be found Maybe we don't you tracking us down The rangers stream out to the cabins Raising their muskets Flashing their badges Maybe we don't want to be found Maybe we don't want to be found They keep hiding a quiet like They'll keep sneaking But they won't find us They'll keep living a quiet life You and I You and I The ranger stream out of their cabins They are the hunters, We are the rabbits Maybe we don't want to be found Maybe we don't want you tracking us down The rangers stream out of their cabins Raising their muskets, Flashing their badges Maybe we don't want to be found Maybe we don't want to be found.
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