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Me, a busy little bee I never notice See, it's all lost out at sea I have no focus Birds might take off with my words It seems so hopeless Me, a busy little bee Well, was I floating? How could you love something like me? How could you love something like me? Me, a cat caught in a tree It seems I'm stuck here Free, so fancifully free I've done enough here Screams, they mustn't hear the screams That hoard'll all follow Dreams and other funny things That holds a hollow How could they love something like me? How could they lovе something like me? DEATHFAME From Letras Mania