| Here is a child buried alive in my chest
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| There is a stranger, makes himself home in my bed
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| And I don’t believe even what I can see for myself
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| I can see for myself through the bars of this cell
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| Everybody wants to find a new world
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| Everybody’s looking for a sign
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| Every day is tender as a sunburn
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| Why can’t I find mine?
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| Why can’t I find mine?
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| Give me a mountain of silver and gold and I’ll stop
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| Build me a box of velvet and pine and I’ll drop
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| But ask me to live what I know, see I choke and I cough
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| Yeah, I choke on my scotch, can you see what I’ve lost?
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| Everybody wants to find a new world
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| Everybody’s looking for a sign
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| Every day is tender as a sunburn
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| Why can’t I find mine?
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| Why can’t I find mine?
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| Even when the grass burns black, I’m waiting for it
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| And even the future cracks, I’m waiting for it
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| And even you don’t come back, I’m waiting for it
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| I’m waiting for it, I’m waiting for it
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| I’m turning over like an engine
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| Turning over 'til I catch
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| Everybody wants to find a new world
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| Everybody’s looking for a sign
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| Every day is tender as a sunburn
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| Why can’t I find mine?
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| Why can’t I find mine? |