Futo
books on a shelf
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The problem is too many books
Stacked up on a shelf
To many words, we'll never read
They'll eat us alive
Slowly, oh my dear
Slowly, oh I fear
That they, will eat us
(Rest)
Now I see an old ghost
It calls in the dark
While I'm trying to sleep
Oh I see it standing
And It, wants back in
Cause' now it knows
The beauty it once held
But it, will eat us
(Enjoy the music)
Our books, will outlive us
Those plastic bags we saved will too
We will turn to dust and ashes
We will turn to dust and ashes