| I remember back, back in the day
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| When the sunshine smiled as the children played, I say
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| I remember when it was so pure
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| Hearing melodies through the bedroom door
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| Making beats in the basement
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| Tasting all the magic harmonies and flows that we were chasing
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| Turning fantasies into realities
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| Oh we were lost in dreams
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| We had all the keys
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| And now it seems we can’t pick the lock
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| Kind of like a flat line, I need a shock
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| What’s behind the door
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| Are we too scared to knock
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| Did you pull the trigger
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| Did you hear the gunshot
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| Will we ever ever rise above
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| Will we ever follow through in this path called love
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| Oh Mama please take me back to my youth
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| Where I never ever had any holes in my parachute
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| Why do they make this pill so hard for us to swallow
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| Treating us as if we are ghosts, as if we’re only hollow
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| Oh yea but we sing today and we’ll sing through out tomorrow
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| Because our fire it burns, it burns up all your sorrow
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| Flip the tape deck, microphone check
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| Turn up the volume, how loud can we get
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| Show the man that we’re not going under
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| Never gonna sleep, never fall into a slumber
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| No matter what the poison is you feed
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| Any sickness oh we got a remedy
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| Don’t you know we are the roots that hold this tree
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| Feeding the branches and all of it’s leaves
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| Love and truth shall always prevail
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| Raise them high and we will set sail
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| No ocean to wide, No mountain to high
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| Our feet on the ground and our heads in the sky
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| Oh yea we are soldiers of the pure
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| Have you had enough
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| Do you want more
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| Read another chapter of this folklore
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| You never sang a song like this before |