| Pavement speaks too and it sings songs of tragedy
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| Broken ground like the stripped sound of the songs we sing
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| Under every crooked wave, asleep, deep in broken dreams
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| Longing one day to wake up
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| But the sun never rises on an earth with the shade pulled down
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| And death moves to silence the sound
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| Of hearts beating like fists on the walls that enclose us
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| Breaking out of the cells that hold us
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| And so, stung by the light from the cracked door of tomorrow’s life
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| We are awake, we are alive
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| To the empty eyes at the surface of this solid ground
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| We are voicing our statements now
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| Screaming at the sun, I will not be broken
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| No curse can kill me, no blade can spill my blood
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| No cage can hold me, and no fear can make me run
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| And when they tell us we’re dying,
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| We’ll just hold on tightly and remember
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| What we’re living for
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| They tried to steal your voice, so you kept screaming from your window:
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| No curse can kill me, no curse can kill me.
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| They tried to steal your voice.
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| Stung by the light from the cracked door of tomorrow’s life.
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| We are awake, we are alive. |