| So far from where I started
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| And so far from where I want to be The towers I watched when I was young
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| Are not as tall as I once believed
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| And this heart grows tired
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| Is there anyone out there?
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| You know me I am the son
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| Of a lost country, of a new world
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| And we’re born to run and we never look back
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| Children born tomorrow
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| May never know the language we speak
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| The wisdom that they borrow
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| Will hint at something buried too deep
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| But we carry the fire
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| Is there anyone out there?
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| You know me I am the son
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| Of a lost country, of a new world
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| And we’re born to run and we never look back
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| Oh, when we were young, we never knew
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| The pain that lay beyond, but then we grew
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| And all my heroes they were strange
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| But we all just want to be the same
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| But who will lead us when they are gone?
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| Who will save us when the wrong ones have won?
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| Is there anyone out there? |