| Every day I wake up for
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| The daily trial
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| And yeah I try
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| Brush my teeth before I drink some coffee
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| Wash my face its on and on a routine
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| Make it out the flat
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| And to the corner shop
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| Where they don’t sell a lot
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| Buy a coke and read the magazines
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| Faces staring back I seen on TV
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| When I get to work I’m told I’m on the clock
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| Tick tock tick tock tick tock
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| Well I don’t like these four walls that I’m seeing
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| So it’s behind my eyes where I’ll be dreaming
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| We are but a flower on this tree of life
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| And no I don’t believe that anybody dies
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| Cause we can fly
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| We crawled out of the sea
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| Climbed into the trees
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| Chopped down the forests to build our cities
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| If we put this bird in a cage
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| It will not learn to sing
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| We follow our dreams
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| That turn into schemes
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| Hunger for profits and counts up the gains
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| Three little pigs
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| And a big wolf
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| All on the list
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| Welcome to the party…
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| Between morning and sunset I go through my day
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| Amazed by the beauty in everything
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| We got trees for lungs
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| And birds to sing us to
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| Life under skies of a dawn shining bright
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| Last night I drank a bottle of the blood of Christ
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| Who are they to say what kind of love ain’t right
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| When I was a child I always found that hard
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| To understand
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| Me, I share my love with everybody
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| Now I got the power you can’t stop me
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| We crawled out of the sea
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| Climbed into the trees
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| Chopped down the forests to build our cities
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| If we put this bird in a cage
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| It will not learn to sing
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| We follow our dreams
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| That turn into schemes
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| Hunger for profits and counts up the gains
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| Three little pigs
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| And a big wolf
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| All on the list
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| Welcome to the party
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| If you’re waiting on the hand of God
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| Don’t wait so long 'cause he’s been and gone
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| Look outside yourself to see
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| You’re not alone
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| You’re not alone
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| Every day I wake up for the daily trial
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| And yeah I try
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| Brush my teeth before I drink some coffee
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| Wash my face its on and on a routine
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| You’re waiting on the hand of God
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| You’re not alone
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| You’re not alone |