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Sometimes.......
I think...............
When life is just a speeding subway away.... And no one focuses on the little things......
Like the perfect geometry of the world...... When the most talented people.......
Perform under the streets..........
When red is the color of the blood of innocent civilians White is the skin color of our most powerful Blue is the mood And the only time you see stars is when you're beat over the head with your Bill of Rights..................
Fake light imitates the sun.........
And windows seem like prison bars........
People scurry like rats........
As henchmen watch from the shadows........
Doors open for us..............
And close just as easy.........
Everything becomes such a blur.............
I'm weary from travel..............
No news is ever good news anymore...........
Success is marked by the face of a dead political leader......... And in all of this we are all just searching for........
A sense of home...............
I think...............
When life is just a speeding subway away.... And no one focuses on the little things......
Like the perfect geometry of the world...... When the most talented people.......
Perform under the streets..........
When red is the color of the blood of innocent civilians White is the skin color of our most powerful Blue is the mood And the only time you see stars is when you're beat over the head with your Bill of Rights..................
Fake light imitates the sun.........
And windows seem like prison bars........
People scurry like rats........
As henchmen watch from the shadows........
Doors open for us..............
And close just as easy.........
Everything becomes such a blur.............
I'm weary from travel..............
No news is ever good news anymore...........
Success is marked by the face of a dead political leader......... And in all of this we are all just searching for........
A sense of home...............