| While we wondered about the stormy weather
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| They 've been building cities around us
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| When we gathered on the hill that morning
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| We were trapped in a world of false heather
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| So no more walking on the gulf stream waters?
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| And no more fighting in the schoolyard?
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| Must be living on the wrong side of the river
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| Shall we head up west and forget about it
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| Breaking down the secret fences
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| Where we saw ourselves in this life projected
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| and with our hands we liked to reach it
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| Then i saw you leaving for the crowded alleys
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| I saw you building back the fences
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| So no more walking on the gulf stream waters?
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| And no more melting in the dark halls?
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| Guess who’s living on the wrong side of the river |