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I go outside |
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Ask the air if it would like to hide |
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Take a deep breath |
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Walk inside my prize |
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In my lungs I still feel young |
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But my body won't play along |
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I'm thinking this must not be where we belong |
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And the world |
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Split in two from the throng |
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Of every living soul |
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Screaming at the top of their lungs |
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Singing this is my word |
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But somehow we never get heard |
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It's just an echo |
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From a lost and lonely world |
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And I dare you to survive |
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Being grown for the rest of your life |
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From adulthood no one survives |
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Ten billion feet |
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Pounding at the ground each week |
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Every secret, every burden they keep |
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Each one's waiting on the chance |
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To be lifted off the ground but then |
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To discover that we'll all be dust again |
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And I dare you to survive |
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Being grown for the rest of your life |
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From adulthood no one survives |
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And I dare you to survive |
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Being grown for the rest of your life |
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From adulthood no one survives |
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From adulthood no one survives |
