| There’s traffic in the sky
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| and it doesn’t seem to be getting much better
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| There’s kids playing games on the pavement
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| Drawing waves on the pavement
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| mm nah
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| Shadows of the planes on the pavement
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| mm hm It’s enough to make me cry
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| But that don’t seem like it could make it feel better
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| Maybe it’s a dream and if I scream
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| it will burst at the seams and
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| this whole place will fall into pieces
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| and then they’d say…
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| Well how could we have known?
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| I’ll tell them it’s not so hard to tell
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| na na na
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| if you keep adding stones
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| soon the water will be lost in the well
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| mm hm Puzzle pieces in the ground
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| but no one ever seems to be digging
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| Instead they’re looking up towards the heavens
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| with their eyes on the heavens
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| mm hm the shadows on the way to the heavens
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| mm nah
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| It’s enough to make me sigh
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| but that don’t seem like it would make it feel better
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| The answers could be found
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| we could learn from digging down
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| but no one ever seems to be digging
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| instead they’ll say…
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| Well how could we have known?
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| I’ll tell them it’s not so hard to tell
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| na na na
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| if you keep adding stones
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| soon the water will be lost in the well
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| mm hmmm
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| Words of wisdom all around
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| but no one ever seems to listen
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| They talk about their plans on the paper
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| Building up from the pavement
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| mm hm there’re shadows from the scrapers on the pavement
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| mm hm It’s enough to make me sigh
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| but that don’t seem like it would make it feel better
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| The words are all around
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| but the words are only sounds
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| and no one ever seems to listen
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| Instead they’ll say…
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| Well how could we have known?
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| I’ll tell them it’s really not so hard to tell
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| na na na
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| If you keep adding stones
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| soon the water will be lost in the well
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| lost in the well
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| mm mm mm |