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Stories from southern explorers tell of vastly open skies |
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all I can see is sweat and concrete so I avert my eyes |
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they put scaffolding and warning signs on the things we used to climb |
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they put fences around fences and told us to stay inside |
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we enter city nights wide-eyed like lambs to the slaughter |
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and around every corner someone's son's putting hands on someone else's daughter |
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and the fishermen catch chemicals their boats fill up on rain |
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we fill up on things we can't explain |
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and we laugh as we trickle down the drain |
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I grew up not far from here but now nothing's the same |
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cunosity is killing me as my nine lives tum to eight |
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we have nothing we have love and we share each other's pain |
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I have plans for me and you and our lives are gonna change |
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my father is a hero so I follow in his path |
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and despite endless words of wisdom sometlmes I live to see her laugh |
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when I was young I wanted to destroy everything I'd made |
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now I'm old and I am jaded but at least I'm not the same |
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and every inch of me is always itching unless I'm on a stage |
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I have years that pass like minutes for the plans that I have made |
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to flounsh to fruition and all my debts will get paid |
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and we live and breathe and want and need |
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and now I'm smiling when I wake |
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for the first time in my life I'm smiling when I wake and |
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All I ever needed was something I could hold in my hands |
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And here it is |
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All I ever needed was better timing and plans all I ever needed was someone like you |
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and all my life I've known this is exactly what I should do |
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and I can sit in my own skin and I've never been as happy as here |
