I walk alone, this ashphalt eden I must have outgrown
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Just flesh and bone, no indication, no way to get home
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Now feel their hands, and their demands
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And understand the way that it could have been
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I remember myself as I wanted to be
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When you walk past my cage I'm gonna set myself free
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If it was obvious then, well it's just history
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It's too late, it's too dark to see
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They speak their names
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They still walk in fire and can't feel the flames
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And understand the way that it could have been
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If it was obvious then, well it's just history
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It's too late, it's too dark to see
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This Ashphalt Eden
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| The Church |
