-tabbed by Mike Wojciechowski
The Emites used to live there, a people as powerful, numerous, and tall as the Anakites.

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The sun above me and a concrete floor below
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Scratch at the chain links maybe bare my teeth for show
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Fed twice a day I don't go hungry anymore
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Feel in my bones just what the future has in store

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I pace in circles so the camera will see
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Look hard at my stripes, there'll be no more after me

Laze by the shoreline while the sailors disembark
Scratch out a place to sit and rest down in the dark
Smell something burning downwind just a little ways
They set up camp and sing and sweat and work for days

I have no fear of anyone I'm dumb and wild and free
I am a flightless bird and there'll be no more after me

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In Costa Rica in a burrow underground
Climb to the surface, blink my eyes and look around
I'm all alone here as I try my tiny song
Claim my place beneath the sky but I won't be here for long

I sang all night the moon shone on me through the trees
No brothers left and there'll be no more after me