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Wake up when its dark |
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(eyes that hear the words that stear a ship) |
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Walk down past the park at night |
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(into the sun) |
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Run around the stairs |
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(floating four to one) |
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Drums are having wars inside |
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(render voicing navigate negotiate the run) |
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(be it wind be it wild, over water a hearking child) |
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Havn't seen their moms |
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(to late to reconcile) |
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in Factories lungs, since dawn they died |
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(leave it while your gone) |
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Drums that no one plays |
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(take back the fence, take back the lawn) |
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(take back your high heeled blues) |
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Summer homes they stayed inside |
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(take back your shopping malls) |
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If they were people they'd have cried |
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(take back your shoes) |
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I'd have loved them so |
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(be it wind be it wild,) |
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More than they'd ever know |
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(over water a hearking child, to late to reconcile, leave it while your gone) |
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Their love would only grow |
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Take back the fence take back the lawn |