When the storm will come only the birds can tell
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But humans should be allowed to know as well
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I've some friends in the ground but the rest are in the sky
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But we'll all meet again in the sweet bye and bye
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I want to start again
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I'm envious of them
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How they glide through every moment with nothing on their brains
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Like the people who wave at trains
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Try to build a dream to call my own
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Like playing solitaire in a cyclone
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But can i save the world, can I please them all
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Yeah, you can rob peter to pay Paul
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I want to start again
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I'm envious of them
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The way they move through every morning and go outside when it rains
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The people who wave at trains
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A chorus heard throughout the suburbs
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Open up your mouth and fake the words
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Suddenly they reawaken, snow domes shaken
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A kiss on the shoulder
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The People Who Wave At Trains
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| Darren Hanlon |
