I walk alone, this ashphalt eden I must have outgrown

Just flesh and bone, no indication, no way to get home

Now feel their hands, and their demands

And understand the way that it could have been

I remember myself as I wanted to be

When you walk past my cage I'm gonna set myself free

If it was obvious then, well it's just history

It's too late, it's too dark to see

They speak their names

They still walk in fire and can't feel the flames

They stake their claims

But this place was taken before tresspassers came

Now feel their hands, and their demands

And understand the way that it could have been

If it was obvious then, well it's just history

It's too late, it's too dark to see

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