| I go outside
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| Ask the air if it would like to hide
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| Take a deep breath
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| Walk inside my prize
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| In my lungs I still feel young
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| But my body won’t play along
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| I’m thinking this must not be where we belong
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| And the world
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| Split in two from the throng
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| Of every living soul
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| Screaming at the top of their lungs
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| Singing this is my word
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| But somehow we never get heard
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| It’s just an echo
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| From a lost and lonely world
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| And I dare you to survive
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| Being grown for the rest of your life
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| From adulthood, no one survives
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| Ten billion feet
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| Pounding at the ground each week
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| Every secret, every burden they keep
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| Each one’s waiting on the chance
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| To be lifted off the ground but then
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| To discover that we’ll all be dust again
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| And I dare you to survive
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| Being grown for the rest of your life
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| From adulthood, no one survives
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| And I dare you to survive
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| Being grown for the rest of your life
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| From adulthood no one survives
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| From adulthood, no one survives |