He woke up in a sweat
   With a fading dream
   But one picture still stood clear
   And he wasn't sure if he could see it any other way
   They're like a tiny dot
   On an endless page
   Just waiting to be erased
   And it was clear to him they were treating it like a game
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   You've got too much to lose
   You've got too much to lose
   He looked out on the field
   They were hard at work
   Like locusts in flight
   And it almost looked as though they liked what they had to do
   The sound of metal being shaped
   To enable its flight
   Not that far away
   And as the numbers grew, their swarm blackened his view
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