| I’ll sit alone in the corner, two steps away from the border
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| I’ll give you bread and water if you pretend to be my brother
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| How long is this life?
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| How long does it take
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| To build a home out of sticks and stones?
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| How long is this life?
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| How long does it take
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| To build a home out of shoes by the door?
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| We make rhythms, we keep time with the chopping blocks, nails and tar
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| When we’re done building, how long will we stay
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| Before the wind takes us to another place?
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| Is it fertile, will it grow
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| Will the lights turn on when we dam the flow?
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| Is it fertile, will it grow
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| Or will it wilt by the cold window?
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| I’ll sit alone in the corner, two steps away from the border
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| I’ll give you bread and water if you pretend to be my brother
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| How long is this life?
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| How long does it take
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| To step and step through the rocky lake?
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| To burn a canyon out of this path
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| To trim the branches out of your face?
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| When the city spreads it’s arms
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| My brother’s blood is not mine
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| But when the city spreads it’s arms
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| All of our bodies beat in time |
| And I’ll sit alone in the corner, two steps away from the border
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| I’ll give you bread and water if you pretend to be my brother |