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And I hold my breath I know when I'm proud
That the green had built our home
This day's to keep you alive
To find oneself, find it at day
She picks the arm of a dying man
Within a visionary stand
From the feet of heaven take, stand in line, all stand in line
You listen and no one will say You walk seven miles on display
You listen and no one will say
To find oneself, she fed the stone
She stands alone by cold windows
We painted black, we called painted white
The devil doesn't sleep tonight
Can't be tired or can't be tired
You listen and no one will say
You walk seven miles on display
You listen and no one will say
You walk seven miles on display
