Growing up in this strange land
Isn't exactly what I planned
Storms sway in the distance
Smell what they look like
And hear what they see
Taste the colour, See the sound
Walk on the waving ground.
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Growing up in this strange land
Isn't exactly what I planned
Storms sway in the distance
Smell what they look like
And hear what they see
Taste the colour, See the sound
Walk on the waving ground.
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