| Lost in the iron sea, of endless rolling roofs
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| We’re going for glory kids, your dad has something to prove
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| You see it’s not enough to just have hope when lost
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| You must have the highest of hopes, and hold out at all cost
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| That’s why as I tack across this parking garage
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| I ignore spots at the entry and aim for the driver’s mirage
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| The unspeakable beauty of free land at the front of the store
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| And yet this takes vision and steadfast courage to aim for more
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| All the early spots are clearly reserved for the meek
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| A spot equidistant to store and ticket machine we seek!
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| We hunt the white whale, the holy grail, the park in front of the store
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| We hunt the white whale, the holy grail
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| With gusto and glee, sing it with me, we dare to ask for more!
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| My child jolts me to attention, Land HO! |
| Does he scream
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| I pinch myself and sure enough the space of my dreams
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| The sharks begin to circle, I indicate my intention
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| Just know this parking space is mine, I show no apprehension
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| Yet as I approach one thing’s painfully clear
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| Other cars with blinking lights starting to appear
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| Back off green van I see your plan
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| Don’t think about it blue sedan
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| This spot is mine, we’ll hold our ground
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| There’s no better land to be found
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| All the early spots are clearly reserved for the meek
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| A spot equidistant to store and ticket machine we seek!
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| We hunt the white whale, the holy grail, the park in front of the store
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| We hunt the white whale, the holy grail
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| With gusto and glee, sing it with me, we dare to ask for more!
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| As we bring her round, I find to my dismay
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| A little hatchback hiding there is taking up half the bay
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| With hope dashed against the rocks, and the petrol light now on
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| Perhaps my nerve is waning, I’ll retreat before too long
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| No, hold fast, and cast away all dread
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| There’ll be spaces that we seek in the times ahead
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| Sure some may say, any park in a store
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| But only the bravest captain finds his true reward
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| All the early spots are clearly reserved for the meek
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| A spot equidistant to store and ticket machine we seek!
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| We hunt the white whale, the holy grail, the park in front of the store
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| We hunt the white whale, the holy grail
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| With gusto and glee, sing it with me, we dare to ask for more!
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| We hunt the white whale, the holy grail, the park in front of the store
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| We hunt the white whale, the holy grail
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| With gusto and glee, sing it with me, we dare to ask for more!
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| With gusto and glee, sing it with me, we dare to ask for more! |