| We dont own this place, though we act as if we did,
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| Its a loan from the children of our childrens kids.
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| The actual owners havent even been born yet.
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| Bur we never tend the garden and rarely we pay the rent,
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| Some of it is broken and the rest of it is bent
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| Put it all on plastic and I wonder where well be when the bills hit.
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| We can run,
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| But we cant hide from it.
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| Of all possible worlds,
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| We only got one:
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| We gotta ride on it.
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| Whatever weve done,
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| Well never get far from what we leave behind,
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| Baby, we can run, run, run, but we cant hide.
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| Oh no, we cant hide.
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| Im dumpin my trash in your back yard
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| Makin certain you dont notice really isnt so hard
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| Youre so busy with your guns and all of your excuses to use them.
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| Well, its oil for the rich and babies for the poor,
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| We got everyone believin that more is more,
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| If a reckoning comes, maybe we will know what to do then.
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| All these complications seem to leave no choice,
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| I heard the tongues of billion speak with just one voice,
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| Saying, just leave all the rest to me,
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| I need it worse than you, you see.
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| And then I heard…
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| The sound of one child crying.
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| Today I went walking in the amber wind,
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| Theres a hole in the sky where the light pours in I remembered the days when I wasnt afraid of the sunshine.
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| But now it beats down on the asphalt land
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| Like a hammering blow from gods left hand
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| What little still grows cringes in the shade like a bad vine. |