| I. Still life of the World
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| The moon is stained with midnight tears of fortune
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| Tainted pastures, scarecrows point to no one
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| My favorite cigarette plays its funeral song
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| Still life of the world
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| Shrinking violet wounded by her mother
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| Old men sleep while porcelain screams take over
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| And the wolf disguises her dying love
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| The still life of the world
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| The still life of the world
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| II. |
| Searching for the Air
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| I took in the sunrise and I tried to save it
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| I looked through my own eyes and I thought I’ve made it
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| I thought I could reach the sky, but I’m stuck here on the ground
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| I wanted to drink wine from the captain’s table
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| I saw it in my mind’s eye but my hands weren’t able
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| Searching for the air but it all keeps coming down
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| Down
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| Coming down
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| I’m searching for the air but I’m stuck here on the ground
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| On the ground
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| I’m searching for the air but I’m stuck here on the ground
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| Searching for the air
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| III. |
| Pound for Pound
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| Neither more, neither less
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| And I’m not trying to take some test
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| And I’m not trying to prove myself
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| And I’m not trying to run away
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| Away from you
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| In all these years I’ve seen the changes take place
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| Like the eyes melt in a way
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| Like the sun bringing the morning
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| And I know
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| It was all for you
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| When I get to walk the streets
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| Without this burden on my feet
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| I know I’ve been called home
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| These shoes won’t be my own to fill
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| When I see the past beneath
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| My heavy heart is finally free
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| Searching for the Air
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| Searching for the air but I have found
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| It’s pound for pound
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| Underneath this cosmic symphony
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| Underneath this pain
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| This happiness
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| And underneath the river string
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| A will to live
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| I’ve given love
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| I’ve given hate
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| I’ve given peace
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| And I’ve made war
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| And I’ve been scared by
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| Words and swords
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| But, here I am
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| The will to live
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| You know, when I get to walk the streets
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| Without the burden on these feet
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| I know I’ve been called home
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| This place will be my own again
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| When I feel the past beneath
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| My heavy heart is finally free
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| Searching for the air
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| Searching for the air but I have found
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| It’s pound for pound
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| Searching for the air
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| Searching for the air but I have found
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| It’s pound for pound
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| One day I’ll see you there
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| One day I’ll see you there but here and now
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| It’s pound for pound
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| Pound for pound |