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This morning against the wall has got me feeling low
Wondering where we are and where we ought to go
What became of standing two feet underground?
What became of soaring high above the cloud?
Looking out at dust fields moving straight and low
Cracked tinted windows of a greyhound leaving home
Dull ache of sadness as she thinks about her love
Of standing on the porch with her family, singing field songs
Look down every avenue to feel her way out
Just because we're lagging doesn't mean we're beaten down
This city looms before her like a wall of stone
Silent streets through granite mausoleum of tombs
Can you feel how we lost the inner call of our fore bears?
We forgot their field songs
Look down empty avenues to bleed a way out
Just because we're stagnant doesn't mean we're beaten down
Look down empty avenues to scream a way out
Just because we're lagging doesn't mean we're beat
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