I go outside
Ask the air if it would like to hide
Take a deep breath
Walk inside my prize
In my lungs I still feel young
But my body won’t play along
I’m thinking this must not be where we belong
And the world
Split in two from the throng
Of every living soul
Screaming at the top of their lungs
Singing this is my word
But somehow we never get heard
There’s just an echo
From a lost and lonely world
And I dare you to survive
Being grown for the rest of your life
From adulthood no one survives.
Ten billion feet
Pounding at the ground each week
Every secret, every burden they keep
Each one’s waiting on the chance
To be lifted off the ground but then
To discover that we’ll all be dust again
And I dare you to survive
Being grown for the rest of your life
From adulthood no one survives.
…And I dare you to survive
Being grown for the rest of your life
From adulthood no one survives.
From adulthood no one survives.
by Jukebox the Ghost
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