| There are kids, lots of kids, who put the law inside a circle. |
| As they jump, I
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| hope that you will, up and down, up and down. |
| When did you came into this role
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| that you were cast in? |
| When did dress-up turn to fasion? |
| Throw your gown, up
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| and down. |
| There’s always the sky, let it hear what you’re saying, for all that
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| you are saying. |
| And let it take you apart, to the elements of praying. |
| Til we
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| are only playing to the firmament. |
| Til we are only playing to the firmament.
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| In the rain, in the rain, people rush around on cold streets. |
| Here’s a shell
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| to hear their heartbeats, very loud, very loud. |
| Where’s the pain, it’s only
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| rain, it’s only slowing down a workday. |
| Only singing happy birthday to a
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| crowd, very loud. |
| So turn on the sky, let it hear what you’re saying, for all
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| that you are saying. |
| And let it take you apart, to the elements of praying.
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| Til we are only playing to the firmament. |
| Til we are only playing to the
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| firmament. |
| And when did sex get so mean? |
| When did crime get so clean? |
| You
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| know, I j
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| ust can’t seem to find my soul in this striving. |
| And why not play to a dream?
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| You know, this world is too green for all this baaaad driving. |
| What’s the
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| rush? |
| Dip your brush into this twilight. |
| There are leaves upon the skylight,
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| trace your hand, trace your hand. |
| Mr. Red, he shot a head, he shot a head
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| inside a circle. |
| On a bad day who would you kill? |
| Take a stand, trace your
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| hand. |
| There’s always the sky, let it hear what you’re saying, for all that you
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| are saying. |
| And let it take you apart, to the elements of praying. |
| Til we are
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| only playing to the firmament. |
| Til we are only playing to the firmament. |