In feathers we came, we learned from you ways and the tricks up your sleeve and we grew.
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But the distance between the earth and our feet was the only thing never to change.
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But it opened our eyes to something they missed.
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Something they put away back on the shelf.
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They can't see it through the immaculate dress, so they sing like a stranger instead of the one they call home.
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We can't believe in everything we hear. Diamonds by association don't count.
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I am NOT saying we've got it all figured out but why accept silver when you're given gold. What good is just one wing?
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Stuck in your ways, tossed about by the sea. Waving around your gun that you'll never shoot.
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Waste not life's grace and don't assume that we are all the same. Stand up turn and draw.
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I am not them, we are not them, they are not us and we don't relate. We are as much the same as lungs to the sea.
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Please don't confuse the heart, behind the name.
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Putting their voices on top of the crowd so that everyone hears they are mighty and great.
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Maybe I broken and maybe I am shaking, but at least I say what I say. I confess, we were bored from your ways.
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We grew bored from your ways. We want more.
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We can't step away from the ocean just because the waves are thick. Oh we press.
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Andy Sundwall
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| The Chariot |
