Yeah, I could hide in the calm of
the eye of a storm
And never blow away
Well, I'm a young man with a
knife to my back
Some things never seem to
change
Nowhere to run to, nowhere to
hide
Sing the song or keep it inside
Bought the farm, but the farmer
done died
Sing that song, sing that song
inside
Yeah, I wish I could live in the
dream that I fly on tarred &
feathered wings
Well, I'm losing a game of reality
dice where the dealer never ever
pays
I wanna be as big as a mountain
I wanna fly as high as the sun
I wanna know what the rent's
like in heaven
I wanna know where the river
goes
Yeah, I could hide in the calm of
the eye of a storm
And never blow away
Well, I'm a young man with a
knife to my back
Some things never seem to
change
If I was stronger
I could be a mountain range
If night was longer
Could I escape the day
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