| There’s no need to be standing
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| Trying to look like you know what you’re doing now
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| Sitting down can keep you still
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| But everybody needs to get around
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| Walking down the streets, stuck in a pace
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| We can’t keep up so we’re walking on our own
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| ‘Cause, if we were to stand back from the bustle
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| Of the city crowds we’d probably lose ourselves
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| Trying to get back home
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| So we educate yourself
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| Learn to live without the vision of the terrifying hell
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| Pulled your head up proud and free
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| Let yourself into
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| Sacred land calling me
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| Tell me why just thinking of you make me feel
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| Like I was born the day you left
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| They said that all this is fairy loving world
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| But where’s the justice in love and theft?
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| Walking down the street stuck in a pace
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| You can’t keep up so you’re walking on your own
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| Cause if you were to stand back from the hustle
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| Of the city streets you’d probably find yourself
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| Trying to get back home
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| So we educate yourself
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| Learn to live without the vision of the terrifying hell
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| Pulled your head up proud and free
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| Let yourself into
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| Sacred land calling me
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| We educate yourself
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| Learn to live without the vision of the terrifying hell
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| Pulled your head up proud and free
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| Let yourself into
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| Sacred land calling me
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| Sacred land calling me
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| I would have been a singer if I’d known how to sing
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| I would have been a painter if I knew how to paint
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| I would have been a dreamer but I woke up |