| Oh what a sight to be seen, I left my wits back up in a tree,
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| Where I used to climb before I was a teen.
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| Next to an old woman’s cat and a young man’s dreams
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| And we’re all waiting for them to fall into our hands.
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| Will we learn to climb or keep standing at the base, shouting our demands?
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| And no one is listening yet we scream, let us have our own lives back.
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| There’s something I’ve been missing and I would love to ask:
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| Do you ever feel ashamed enough to say,
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| That this life we live is flying us first class to an early grave?
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| And do you ever find your own reality above your head swaying in the breeze?
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| Our voices shake the trunk we stand in front of but it never breaks.
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| Gravity is holding us down and it’s raising the stakes for me.
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| And we’re all waiting for our lives to fall back into our hands.
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| Will we learn to climb or keep standing at the base, singing?
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| Do you ever feel ashamed enough to say,
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| That this life we life live is flying us first class to an early grave?
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| And will I find my own reality right where I want it to be?
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| We climbed so far,
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| We got what we came for.
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| And in the end,
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| This backyard isn’t mine anymore. |