Wolves come out of the woodwork.
Leeches crawl from out of the dirt.
Rats come out of the holes they call home.
I fall apart, 
And the snakes start to sing.

If you can't soar with the eagles, 
Then don't fly with the flock.
Are you still getting high?

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