| I’m here by my window
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| I am waiting for your parade
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| I will salute you
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| From above the crowd
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| As you make your way
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| You won the battle baby
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| You’ve won the war
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| I admit it now
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| I could not give any more
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| My condition is your reward
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| I am a building
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| Here without doors
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| The altitude is now getting to me
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| As they applaud you on the boulevard
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| The whole valley looks like someone’s body
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| And all the people look like little scars
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| This day is taking forever
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| I will never say
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| Never say never again
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| The flesh around me is only pretend
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| Return to sender
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| Every letter that is yours
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| I am sure
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| That I am a building
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| Here without doors
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| Fire blazing on the overpass
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| Cattle grazing in fields of dead grass
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| Last summer was earthquake weather
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| By November this too should have passed
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| I am not moving
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| I am landlocked
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| I am looking through a thousand windows spread across
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| A thousand floors
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| There in a landfill where Eden was before
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| But not anymore
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| I am a building
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| Here without doors
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| Now did you, did you see me waving to you from above
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| Things are looking clear now
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| My eyes are wide enough to see the way a sniper does
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| Behind the barrel of a good gun
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| Oh uh-huh, oh uh-huh, oh uh-huh, oh uh-huh, oh uh-huh, oh uh-huh, oh uh-huh
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| For worse or better
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| I surrender
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| It may not matter but
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| I’m sadder than you’ll ever know
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| I am your inferno
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| Here all in yellow
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| With embers blowing north
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| No sense in returning
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| I’m not worried anymore
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| I am a building
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| That is here without doors
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| Oh uh-huh
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| I am a building
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| That is here without doors |