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Sigh
And I don't want to go to war
And I don't want to have to fight
'Cause I don't wanna be right
I don't wanna be right

So swerve a little in the road
The curve will take your cruise control
Or you could hit the Ghost Pine
I could see the headline:

Poor Tree; Man Die

Maybe if we move slow
Or we don't even go
Or maybe if we should fight
Somewhere in a field at night
Strong man coming for the scarecrow
Strong man coming for the scarecrow

No brains in the meadow

I was amenable but
These petrochemicals, oh
Now I need rеlief
You're so ethеreal
It's so immaterial
It beggars some belief, yeah