When is a fox not a fox?
When it hides in the rocks and prepares to reveal itself
Dropping the guise to expose
That it knows what you don’t want to show
Why are we swerving to stop at the top of the clock
Like we really could save ourselves
What if I said that the world doesn’t end in the end
But continues to mend itself
How can you count the amount
Of a mountain that sprouts
If you’re not there when it comes out

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