| Contaminated ground beneath our feet
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| We’re walking slowly but hand in hand
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| We don’t care to stumble, we don’t care to fall
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| We’re too far away from earth
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| We don’t feel our aching feet anymore
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| After years and years of running
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| The long road we covered seems to end right here
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| We’re so close, but too far
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| There is something better
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| Something free and new
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| There’s another home for the lost
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| Where our dreams come true
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| We’re vagrants in space
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| We don’t care about the dreams around us
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| Vagrants in space
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| We don’t need deceitfulness to live
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| We have tried too long, we have died too long
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| We have cried too long at all
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| We believed too long, understood too long
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| Now our time has come
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| There is something better
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| Something free and new
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| There’s another home for the lost
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| Where our dreams come true
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| We’re vagrants in space
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| We don’t care about the dreams around us
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| Vagrants in space
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| We don’t need deceitfulness to live |