| Still here, still happening
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| Still here, still happening
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| Still the world’s passenger
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| Borrowing everyone’s laughter
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| To be saved, as the day blooms again
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| It’s triumph, ask us
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| But the books don’t have our answers
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| Borrowing everyone’s laughter
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| To be saved, as the day blooms again
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| Now I won’t let you in
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| I was a house, not a school
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| For how to treat us better
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| And I was brave, and I was kind
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| And life was coming in through the blinds
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| And life was coming in through the blinds
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| Now I won’t let you in
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| I was a house, not a school
|
| For how to treat us better
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| Still here, still happening
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| For how to treat us better
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| Still here, still happening
|
| For how to treat us better
|
| Borrowing everyone’s laughter
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| To be saved, as the day blooms again |