| I couldn’t wait to leave that building and stand under the sky
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| I watch the clouds go by from a skylight
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| I watch the sun as it freckles the skin of travelers
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| And here I turn another shade of white
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| I wonder when the day will come
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| I wonder what it looks like
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| Will I falter when it looks me in the eye?
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| I watch the tugboats as they tear a seam down the river
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| And the passengers stare at the white lines
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| I look down the highway, and I used to see headlights
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| But now it’s staring back at me with red eyes
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| I wonder when the day will come
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| I wonder what it looks like
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| Will I falter when it looks me in the eye?
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| I wonder when the day will come
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| Will it tell me when it arrives?
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| The last boat to freedom has a long line
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| The last boat to freedom has a long line
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| The last boat to freedom has a long line
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| The last boat to freedom has a long line
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| The last boat to freedom has a long line
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| The last boat to freedom has a long
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| The parkway blossom trees, they make every color look dimmer
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| But they’re cursed to look like creatures in the moonlight |