| This land is real, real as the next man
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| This land is there for all to see
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| You’re standing there so cold and calm
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| You stand so close to me
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| And you out there can keep away
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| There’s nothing owed to you
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| All I want’s to lose myself and stay so close to you
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| The river is cruel its pipes are sprayed with long forgotten names
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| Big boys now with kids whose lives will never feel the same
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| If you out there don’t get what I say, there’s nothing owed to you
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| To feel that way is born inside no matter what you do
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| I wonder how my fortune fell
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| When everything began to melt
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| The case I had for wasting that
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| That never came
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| I want to walk away again
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| Away again
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| Away again
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| There to wonder how those things will never be
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| Searching for that grand illusion fools have called the key
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| If you don’t care just keep away, how can I give hope to you
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| Nearer now are both our futures, me, our hearts and you
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| And yet all I want is to lose myself and stay so close to you
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| All I want is to stay so close to you |