Stay up tonight, watch the fire burn low
a hundred years of life for a pyrotechnic show.
Smoke burns our minds, an ant marches on
as a neighborhood friend sings your favorite song.
Cousin, dear cousin. This song is for you.
There was a bouncing baby boy, then a little baby girl.
Since then we have grown, with the things we've been through.
But once upon a time, we had the entire world.
Our mothers - choose their lovers.
Our fathers - stand by each other.
Our sisters - and our brothers - off the perfect cover of a family.
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