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Sheet Music
Break apart the pieces that you hold Look inside and be surprised at how much you’ve been sold
Controlling interests everywhere.
On the street… in the atmosphere
But nothing lives inside the lies we’re being told
Is there time
for someone’s child of someone’s child to see?
That we did find
a way to hear our hearts and let them lead
Old maps will show impossible
And the baggage of our history makes the new terrain impassable.
So break apart the pieces that you bought Look inside and be surprised there’s you that you forgot
Is there time
for someone’s child of someone’s child to see?
That we did find
a way to hear our hearts and let them lead