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Packing the last few shirts in to a bloated suitcase |
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Last glimpse of comfort and the ticking clock face |
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I swear those hands move faster everyday |
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More confused than ever but I don't beg or pray |
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Cuz the, sparkling light from the morning sun |
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Is all we should need to feel one |
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I reach the station with just minutes to spare |
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Glance at my watch, times going faster these days I sware |
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Eyes focus up now to the trail timetable board |
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There's only two platforms to be explored |
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And it's then that I admit it to myself |
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That I am lost, so lost, but your the constellations |
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That guide me |
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There's a train at twelve, destination disaster |
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It's running on time as time runs faster |
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On platform two, it's destination sustainability |
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It's delayed though, it was supposed to arrive at 11:50 |
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Platform one, is says stand behind the yellow line |
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That I am lost, so lost, but your the constellations |
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But I sit on the platform edge and just gaze at the time |
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That guide me |
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My mind wanders back to our oblivious existence |
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I'm all choked up now with the threat of distance |
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As the train bound for disaster chokes up at the station |
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I don't board it cuz I decide that it's the wrong destination |
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But the train bound for sustainability is nowhere to be seen |
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And I'm lost, so lost |
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Where are the constellations, that guide me? |
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And then I realize that |
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We need to use our own two feet to walk these tracks |
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And we have to squad up and we have to watch each other's backs |
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With forgiveness as our torch, and imagination our sword |
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I'll need someone to write this line |
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A grim sorrow, so equal and free |
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Every inch of this Earth is yours, all the land and all the sea |
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Imagine no restrictions, but the climate and the weather |
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Then we can explore space, together, forever |
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And I am lost, so lost, you are the constellations X5 |
