| We built this city with our hands
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| And called it broken promise land
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| I heard the whispers on the wind
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| They told me how all this would end
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| Pick a point on the horizon
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| Don’t stop until it’s gone
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| Pick a point on the horizon
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| Let’s take a loan out on our hearts
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| And give a piece back every day
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| I wave my flag but no one sees
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| Let’s dream ourselves away from here
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| Pick a point on the horizon
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| Don’t stop until it’s gone
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| Pick a point on the horizon
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| Pick a point on the horizon
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| Don’t stop until it’s gone
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| Pick a point on the horizon
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| Pick a point on the horizon
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| Don’t stop until it’s gone
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| Pick a point on the horizon
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| Pick a point on the horizon
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| Don’t stop until it’s gone
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| Pick a point on the horizon |