| I’m a battleship, frozen by my mother’s anger
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| Anchored in the north pole sea
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| I’m a sphinx, stamped on the hilton poster
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| Hoping to see the desert
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| I’m a woman without country or state
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| Opening her head to the universe
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| Hundred thousand people in me
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| Ev’ry day they’re growing
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| Ev’ry day they’re feeling
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| He’s an infant, blinded from his mother’s sorrow
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| Crawling in the bleeding sky
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| He’s a building, floating in spring air
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| Hoping to open his windows
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| He’s a man, bound on earth soil
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| Reaching his hands to the universe
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| Hundred thousand people in him
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| Ev’ry day they’re feeling
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| Ev’ry day they’re growing
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| Growing pain, growing joy
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| Growing pain, growing joy
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| Growing together, reaching each other
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| Growing pain, growing joy
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| Growing pain, growing joy
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| Growing together, reaching each other |