| Our time is ever on the road
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| The ride is in what we make
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| I walked a year to hear a howl in this give and take
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| But hear it this way- hear it this way
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| Alright!
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| And war is in our hearts
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| And blood is in the land we love
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| We keep breaking our backs
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| Hoping that it gives enough
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| Oh! |
| But what do you need?
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| What do you need?
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| Oh man, it’s ladders to the sky
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| Building up a high-rise
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| Oh man, we won’t last long
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| But we’re giving it our best try
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| Don’t you know you’re alive? |
| (ahhh)
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| You know you’re alive
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| And none of us stay, (ahhh)
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| The day we’re born 'till then we-
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| And tonight I’m in love with everybody on this city bus
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| I feel the push and pull
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| Keep saying that it doesn’t mean much
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| Oh! |
| But what do you see?
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| What do you see?
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| And everybody on the street is singing like it’s Sunday
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| But we keep inside and our looks stay at bay
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| Ahhh, ahhh
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| And we don’t know what’s left
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| But we feel it’s coming back soon
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| And so we’re standing in the street staring at a blood-red moon
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| We are the tide. |
| (ahhh)
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| We are the tide, and none of us stay, (ahhh)
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| The day we’re born 'till when we |