| And we were just a child with a mess that children make.
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| And we were running wild, no thoughts for what we’d break.
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| But gone are all the days, gone are all the days.
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| And once we learn to hide, our size did keep us safe.
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| The sidewalk cracks were wide, but to jump 'em made us brave,
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| But then the darkness came a creepin' over every place.
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| Over time we took to sleeping, and let the weeds take over this place.
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| Well, how about the backyard, sons and daughters.
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| C’mon, we’ve got to get some work done.
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| The bones, I’m told, they hold the place up, so why crack 'em away.
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| The rocks we shake, and everything we take and still think will be okay.
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| But gone are all the days, gone are all the days.
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| Well, the limbs outside this house are dignified by the forces uncontained.
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| And how we survive when the whales run dry, now their muscle does remain.
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| For when we rode the thunder steely faced,
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| And we kicked our heels into the belly of the chase.
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| So becomes a garden soft and embracing to a hungry, hollow taste.
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| If we keep building fires and fanning up the flames,
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| Even the waters from our eyes will never dampen down that place.
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| But gone are all the days, gone are all the days.
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| Still every morning’s light and all the day it stays,
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| Until it turns to night and then the future’s on its way,
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| And the future’s never gonna lay down, it won’t lay down its face.
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| Hold that shoulder strong and carry it along, and steady it with grace. |