This paint will run and so will you
The walls will dry, forgotten tears
Caught off window sills
Where you sat alone in younger years
And you thought you knew
The writing was far too poetic
It sounds pathetic
But at the time it seemed prophetic
Catch a glimpse of the masquerade
Walk the streets where the walls are made
You can be like them
You can play their games
You can dress the part
But you are not the same
You were meant for more
Much more than a name
And if you can't see that
Well, that's a shame
'Cause there's no one left to blame
We've heard this story since we were born
Replay the slogans in our minds
Hit the road for liberty or
Park your car on the border line
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