| What’s the sense in new beginnings
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| When the feeling’s getting old?
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| On the inside and the outside
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| I am rooted but i flow
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| We’re in the city of cities
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| I’ve lost all sense of what was home
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| No man’s land is everything i’ve come to know
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| The shifting sands leave me with not much else to show
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| Where do i go
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| Where do i stand
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| Why does it feel like no man’s land
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| Where do i go
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| Where do i stand
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| Why does it feel like no man’s land
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| It’s such a beautiful disaster
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| But i can’t go and change my brain
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| I sit and wonder what i’m after
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| As you mispronounce my name
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| We’re in the city of cities
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| This is the only place i’m from
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| No man’s land is everything i’ve come to know
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| The shifting sands leave me with not much else to show
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| Where do i go
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| Where do i stand
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| Why does it feel like no man’s land
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| Where do i go
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| Where do i stand
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| Why does it feel like no man’s land |