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Her children sleep, the moments creep away |
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In stale rooms, with diesel fume malaise |
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The sirens and lights, they pierced the night |
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Stirring up a sleeping appetite |
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When Katie spoke, of crimson smoke and wings |
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The meadowlarks, in ghetto parks would sing |
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The melody would echo through the air |
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And travel through the window to her chair |
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In old shoes, the same views |
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The gravity of life to weigh her down |
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In gray dreams, the sky seems |
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Larger than it was, or is it because |
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She lost her wings |
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She can′t recall, her steady fall from grace |
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But she was down, on solid ground to stay |
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And somewhere in the journey she found peace |
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In trading all the dreams for guarantees |
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In old shoes, the same views |
| [03:09.726] |
The gravity of life to weigh her down |
| [03:19.726] |
In gray dreams, the sky seems |
| [03:27.476] |
Larger than it was, or is it because |
| [03:40.471] |
She lost her wings |
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In old shoes, the same views |
| [04:25.722] |
The gravity of life to weigh her down |
| [04:35.471] |
In gray dreams, the sky seems |
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Larger than it was, or is it because |
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She lost her wings |
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The sycamore is there no more to climb |
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But still she dreams, of quiet streams and flying |
