| I’ve sat and watched this city crumble,
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| Just as it was being built.
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| And the bigger it gets the less it’s thought of,
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| Well, I’m just scared of losing all that we have left.
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| And the colors of these roads are matching the rainy sky.
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| We’re too blind to see what’s really here in front of our eyes.
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| And I hope someday this will all reverse,
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| And send us back to the times before.
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| Before we grew up and lost the novelty of,
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| Clear blue skies and climbing trees.
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| Can’t you see what our lives have come to be?
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| Can’t you see what our lives have come to be?
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| We used to just make friends so easily,
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| Never judging anyone was how it’s meant to be.
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| Our parents were always heroes in our eyes,
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| But TV and magazines soon changed our minds.
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| And the colors of these roads are matching the rainy sky.
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| We’re too blind to see what’s really here in front of our eyes.
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| And I hope someday this will all reverse,
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| And send us back to the times before.
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| Before we grew up and lost the novelty of,
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| Clear blue skies and climbing trees.
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| Can’t you see what our lives have come to be?
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| Can’t you see what our lives have come to be?
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| I watched the ones I loved turn into rust,
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| Wearing almost nothing they go out after dusk.
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| As if to be accepted you need to sell yourself,
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| They need to learn there’s much more to this world.
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| And the colors of these roads are matching the rainy sky.
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| We’re too blind to see what’s really here in front of our eyes.
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| And I hope someday this will all reverse,
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| And send us back to the times before.
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| Before we grew up and lost the novelty of,
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| Clear blue skies and climbing trees.
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| Can’t you see what our lives have come to be?
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| Can’t you see what our lives have come to be? |