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1. SDhe dreams of the Ecountry, her Geyes go far away,D
Dshe wishes Efor flowers, he saGys, "PerhapDs in May."
ThDe city always wEas gray, the rGeflections of hDis eyes,
Dand she knows hEe liked it that way, Gand that way he shall dieD, well.
SDhe's always knGown, D that there was something moreG.
ThDere's this hunger in her belly like aGn instinct,
it tDells her that there's soGmething more.
TAhis living shouldn't be called livinGg,
'cause it's really Donly half a life.
AShe's a flower that grows despite cementG holes -
and she DwillA surGvive, A she wDill survAive.G
2. SDhe's a rare breEed with violet eyGes and leafyD limbs,
iDn conversationEs she looks for cracGks to dig her roots deep inD.
And herD ways come up liEke daisies, she puGshes her head to the Dsun.
DShe says "I am content here Eto grow,
despite Gthe steel frost that consumes Deveryone."
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3. InD the end these steel cages wilEl consume us,
and lGike coffins ignorance will take Dus in and
faDshion don't meanE anything , 'cause fashion Gcannot be our friends.D
ADnd when alEl else fades away, and the citGy falls into its sleep, D
wDe'll still have fleEsh, blood, bones and our soul to deal withG,
so we should dig Dour roots deep.
AlwDays knoGwn, thaDt there was something more. G
There'Ds this hunger in her belly like an iGnstinct,
it tDells her that there's somGething more.
This lAiving shouldn't be called liviGng,
'cause it'Ds really only half a life.
SheA's a flower that grows despite cement hoGles -
and we will survive, we will survive.
And we Awill survDive,A G D
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