| The generations, we hear them crack beneath
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| The soles of their shoes, they can’t help from jumping in
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| Headfirst you’re falling, you never felt so free
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| Until we let go then there’s nothing intimate
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| Our salvation could be within arms reach
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| But this foundation is our worst enemy
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| Our salvation could be within arms reach
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| But this foundation is our worst enemy
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| Unexpected responsibility
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| Of building a roof right over your lover’s head
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| But if there’s no means of making my family eat
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| Then I’ll find me a place where. |
| where I can move my feet
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| Our salvation could be within arms reach
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| But this foundation is our worst enemy
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| Our salvation could be within arms reach
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| But this foundation is our worst enemy
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| The foundation is our salvation
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| Stretch your arms
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| Touch the ceiling
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| And lay the bricks
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| Now you feel it
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| The foundation is our salvation
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| Stretch your arms
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| Touch the ceiling
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| And lay the bricks
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| Now you feel it
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| The foundation is our salvation
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| Stretch your arms
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| Touch the ceiling
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| And lay the bricks
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| Now you feel it
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| The foundation could be within arms reach
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| The foundation is our salvation
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| Could be within arms reach
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| The foundation is our salvation
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| Our salvation could be within arms reach |