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D // D w/ G // D9


there's a world that i look at
outside my window

across the street there's a tree
growing from the concrete
there's a chipped fire hydrant
red and white


there's a bus
rolling into the sun

there's a kid, walking
got his hands in his pockets
sunglasses on and his hair
is in the wind

and i've got this party to go to
at my friend's place

but sometimes
it's so hard
to make it
to my
front
door


citizen soldiers trapped in towers
empire symbols
who thought themselves freedom fighters


i don't think things will ever be the same
i don't think things will ever be the same
i don't think things will ever be the same
i don't think things will ever be the same
i don't look at flying planes the same