Down Into The City
Here I stand, my limbs are so cold
They don’t want to grip anymore, they don’t want to hold
There’s nothing to hold to, it’s turning to rust
Watch me falling down into the dust
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I’m going down, I’m grooving around
In the city, in the city
Spinning around, I fall through the air
fade into a crowd that no longer cares
I look at myself and what do I see?
I see a machine and the machine is me
CHORUS
You know you have to hold onto your dreams
if you don’t want to be just another machine
But you watch your dreams fade away
You think you really don’t have any choice
but you know you’ve just got to find your voice
And stop sleeping your life away
Heaven helps those who pray they say
but you know it don’t work out that way
if your heaven is on earth
So fix your dreams on something real
and not just on the things you feel
I guess you just have to choose
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