| I got a
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| Fresh start and I’m on a mission
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| To draw a sketch of the place I call my home
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| In colors rarely used before
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| Bling bling in a crowded bus stop
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| Equality, while differences increase
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| I stand on the side with my glasses on
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| I see old ladies trying to claim their seats
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| Young fellas trying to take it easy
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| Mothers maneuvering the buggys
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| (Everybody feel like sheep)
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| A man in a suit, has the car broke down?
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| Does he think of the climate? |
| Or the dirty town?
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| Is everybody fighting hard just to get around?
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| But I know there is a time for everyone
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| And I hope that we can all be welcomed home
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| I see
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| Cool cats on the pavement
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| Shaded eyes on the donnas passing by
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| On their way to a secret rendezvous
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| The dark corner of a videogame shop
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| Upstairs, the scene of a hazy deal
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| A bum is arrested just outside the door
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| From the dark backyards to the towering hills
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| From the smokers of weeds to the poppers of pills
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| No matter how they all get their fills
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| (Trying to escape what’s standing still)
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| Are you worn out, or just twentyfive
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| Cause all them kids wanna get out of town
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| This mama’s mean if you can’t get in line
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| If you find the line at all
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| But I know there is a time for everyone
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| And I hope that we can all be welcomed home
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| I hope that we can all get our stories told
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| I can see, I can see a time when we all unfold
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| When shop was set up for the weak and feeble
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| I never thought you’d be the first in line
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| I know there is a time for everyone |