| Philip the engineer sits down
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| And lays the blueprint on the ground
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| At this point he’s the only one who can read them
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| It’s been 5 years since the sky crashed down
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| The city has moved underground
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| And he’s the one who built the walls that saved them
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| But he knows, he knows
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| They’re slowly caving, caving
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| I don’t wanna be the one who says it’s broken but
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| Somebody’s gotta tell it like it is
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| And I don’t wanna kill the vibe or burst your bubble babe
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| But time makes grownups out of kids
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| Oh time makes grownups out of kids
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| Harold Bronson grew up here
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| Apprentice to the engineer
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| He’s never seen the sun or stars before
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| And he’s studying all night and day
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| He’s losing sleep to learn his trade
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| But he’s noticed a flaw in Philip’s equation
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| And he knows, he knows
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| They’re all in danger, danger
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| I don’t wanna be the one who says it’s broken but
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| Somebody’s gotta tell it like it is
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| And I don’t wanna kill the vibe or burst your bubble babe
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| But time makes grownups out of kids
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| Oh time makes grownups out of kids
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| But you’re so fragile already
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| And we all fear what’s heavy
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| Cause heavy things must all fall down
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| So should I tell the truth if you’re not ready?
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| I don’t wanna be the one who says it’s broken nut
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| Somebody’s gotta tell it like it is
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| And I don’t wanna kill the vibe or burst your bubble babe
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| But time makes grownups out of kids
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| Oh time makes grownups out of kids
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| You can’t stop the time
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| So kiss your kids goodbye
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| You can’t stop the time
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| So kiss your kids goodbye |