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Picture this: A falling star, That holds a kite string. The two of us are holding fast, Where will the fall leave us? (You were a prisoner) And so was I... (Well, there’s a hunter) That opened my eyes... (To the arms of) A threat that’s real, This is our burden... We've got to find, Another way out! If there are no such things as walls, You are not a prisoner at all. Another way out Yeah, there is nothing holding you So run like a caribou! Picture this: A night without cars, Just hooves and long legs. The two of us are horned and proud, The city is ours again. (You were a prisoner) And so was I... (Well, there’s a hunter) That opened my eyes... (To the arms of) A threat that’s real, This is our burden... We've got to find, Another way out! If there are no such things as walls, You are not a prisoner at all. Another way out! Yeah, there is nothing holding you So run like a caribou! We've got to find, Another way out! If there are no such things as walls, You are not a prisoner at all. Another way out! Yeah, there is nothing holding you So run like a caribou! |