| We’ve splashed in the streams in the canyons nearby
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| Where the walls are so old you can see them bleed time
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| The stream cut the land a gash long and deep
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| And we played in the wound dancing on history
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| But back in the won’t I’ve stayed in time cage
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| Where once every year they shout out my age
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| And there’s much talk of work and of money and land
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| But it’s useless to me 'cause I’ve got bigger plans
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| So will you meet me on the bank
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| Of a river that will take us far away
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| We’re just two kids playing in the stream
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| And don’t worry 'bout the rent
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| We can trust that this current will take us to
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| A land where we’ll be our own lords
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| The traps everywhere
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| A ruthless time line
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| And we follow in fear
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| That we might fall behind
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| That we might fall behind
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| But I’m not leaving joy
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| For the book-ends of life
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| So I’m renouncing my age
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| And I’m going on strike
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| And no age will suffice
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| I’m leaving this behind
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| If prime-time TV and credit card debt
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| If a new auto lease and real estate investments
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| Are all that we have, then we’re already dead
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| So let’s rob our own graves and sneak out of this pen
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| And there’s only one place where we can escape
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| And that’s on the run so that’s where we’ll stay
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| And we’ll leave what we own and we’ll leave what we know
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| But we’ll be together so we’ll always be home
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| We’ll always be home
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| So will you meet me on the shore
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| Of an ocean to restore us to ourselves
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| We’re just two kids playing in the sand
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| We’ll build castles to the sky
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| And won’t worry 'bout the tide
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| Because we know what we create can not survive |