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Cicada
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When he was just a little boy,
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He only had one favourite toy.
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And he had nothing on his mind,
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He never left anything behind.
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No.
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As he got older, things got worse,
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Like he'd been born under a curse.
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Things started to fall apart,
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They weren't like they were at the start.
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No, it's like a civil war.
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Growing up,
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It's like a civil war.
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Don't turn away,
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It's something you can't ignore.
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Growing up,
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It's like a civil war.
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And now that he was in his teens,
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He'd started to learn what life means.
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Problems were still appearing,
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They didn't look like disappearing.
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No.
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[Chorus]
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Cicada
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