That dream passed me by
I'm living in a time where I don't believe
in anything but what I love
I used to live a long time ago
where the people were free
and we had no place to go
those faraway guys across the street

They were crawling through a telephone,
and the tone was their breathing sound
talking about dying in a river,
drowing alive and total anarchy
I was sighing and burning in the sun
and eyeing the sky with my hands shielding

The clouds were floating in the air,
flying
it caused me to be jealous,
it got me to think I wasn't special enough
to fly like they were made to,
that day in summer was like a match at its dying point
we were lasting in the free sunshine wind
and melting when we saw ourselves from the future
 
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