| Standing at the base of the pyramid
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| But it’s never gonna meet the end.
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| You’re not supposed to know that it exists,
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| When nothing set us, nothing do deny.
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| If you leave your place in the fond days
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| To see the castles made of sand.
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| Watch it fall into the sea or either way
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| And you don’t see how you’re feeling okay.
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| Your suits, the law, the uniforms,
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| They agree on the same patrons.
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| Time is what you got,
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| So do you know who you’re standing on
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| When they say it’s cheap, that’s how hard it goes
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| And cause the swipe of the game it suppose.
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| Your suits, the law, the uniforms,
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| They agree on the same patrons.
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| You know that life was made for so much more than this
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| More you wait, the more lose life control.
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| Oh, I don’t want your job,
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| No, I won’t live your life,
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| No, I won’t live your life.
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| So I won’t live for you
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| No, I ain’t got a boat,
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| No, I ain’t got a boat.
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| I see yourselves tonight, I’ll understand
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| What it is that makes a man.
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| When I hear them say that the lots you own
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| I hear insistence to broke your mouths.
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| If we can make it through the uny,
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| The world’ll become a jungle in doubt.
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| It’s the suits, the law, the uniforms bringing grieve on the sand patrol.
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| You know that life was made for someone more than this,
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| More than wait is profit and control.
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| Oh, I don’t want your job,
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| No, I won’t live your life,
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| No, I won’t live your life.
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| So I won’t live for you
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| No, I ain’t got a boat,
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| No, I ain’t got a boat.
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| It’s the suits, the law, the uniforms bringing grieve on the sand patrol.
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| You know that life was made for someone more than this,
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| More than wait is profit and control.
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| It’s the suits, the law, the uniforms bringing grieve on the sand patrol.
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| You know that life was made for someone more than this,
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| More than wait is profit and control. |