| Sit on your doorstep reading a paper
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| Giving a dollar so you can save a runner who’s
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| Swimming an office then some taking his chances
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| To get across when his whole world collapses
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| Invisible sailboats made out of concrete
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| Pulling a push in his position is obsolete
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| Posing as sweeper when he knows he’s just a piper
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| Equation set for a simply-stay wiper
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| There’s a hurricane brewing
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| More like a rock feels like a bird flock can I get you into a
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| (And we know that tomorrow ain’t coming)
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| No looking back has get diminished when the bull get wrecked
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| (Scramble)
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| Not graded for more parts of earth
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| (Scramble)
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| No need to be sitting on your turf
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| When the lines of heritage blur
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| (Scramble)
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| All that’s left is being human in this world
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| (Scramble)
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| 'Cause we’re all the storm’s children
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| The light changed and the wind blew
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| And we lost, and we lost, we lost where we were goin to
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| Turned around in all the mazes we get lost in
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| Spun around like a balloon in a hurricane
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| The tide changes not for others but for you and me
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| Dividing ages in the pages of our journey
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| All going down together in this fantasy
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| And I can see I’m not the only other team
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| The light changed and the wind blew
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| And I knew, I knew I had the questions to
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| The answers, the answers that I thought I knew
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| I found where I was goin to
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| Shine a light in those dark corners
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| all those faces that we know that don’t matters
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| Shine a light for those who never get a chance to
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| Well stand up feed your hand that I’m pulling through
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| There’s a hurricane brewing
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| More like a rock feels like a bird flock can I get you into a
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| (And we know that tomorrow ain’t coming)
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| No looking back has get diminished when the bull get wrecked
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| (Scramble)
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| Not graded for more parts of earth
|
| (Scramble)
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| No need to be sitting on your turf
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| When the lines of heritage blur
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| (Scramble)
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| All that’s left is being human in this world
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| (Scramble)
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| 'Cause we’re all the storm’s children
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| There’s a hurricane brewing
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| And we know tomorrow ain’t comin'
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| Scramble
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| Scramble
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| Scramble
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| Scramble
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| Cause we’re all the storm’s children
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| There’s a hurricane brewing
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| Cause we’re all the storm’s children
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| And we know tomorrow ain’t comin
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| Cause we’re all the storm’s children
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| Scramble
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| Cause we’re all the storm’s children
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| Scramble
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| Cause we’re all the storm’s children
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| Scramble
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| Cause we’re all the storm’s children |