| What you look for on a dirty street
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| Is a patch of green beneath your feet
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| A stubborn weed or a traveling rose
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| Either one lives to grow
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| What you look for in a stranger’s eyes
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| Is if he sees through your disguise
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| How we long to be revealed
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| To be known we might be healed
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| Send it out into the Universe
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| A humble plea, a wish, a broken verse
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| Be a seed that lands inside the cracks
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| Seek the sun and it shines back
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| What you looked for when you were a girl
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| Was a window out into the world
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| From a speeding car or a passing train
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| You were hypnotized just the same
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| And what you look for now that you are grown
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| Is proof of how time has flown
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| An empty house, a strand of grey
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| And an endless longing for yesterday
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| Send it out into the Great Elsewhere
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| A kind of hope, a chant, a simple prayer
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| Be the child whose dreams won’t ever fade
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| Shout and storm the barricades
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| What you look for in your darkest hour
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| Is a dirty street with just a flower…
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| Send it out not knowing where it went
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| Into the blue, into the firmament
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| Be the one who wonders at it all
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| Send it out into the Universe
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| A humble plea, a wish, a broken verse
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| Be a seed that lands inside the cracks
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| Seek the sun and it shines back
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| It shines back |