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Out of breath and out of kind
Young at heart but we're losing our minds
Comfort lost ambition worn
Joyous grief for all things warm
At morning's rise
We will weep
Of our greatest fears
In truth and in rage
This monthly bound
Who have no idea
Clinging to our reverie
We'll sing for those we cannot be
Dreaming that our melody
Will somehow set these demons free
(Hee, hee)
Far removed and far behind
We bow our heads in wounded times
Aspire not, rejoice instead
Farwell the lives which we once lead
At morning's rise
We will weep
Of our greatest fears
In truth and in rage
This monthly bound
Who have no idea
Clinging to our reverie
We'll sing for those we cannot be
Dreaming that our melody
Will somehow set these demons free
(Hee, hee)
(Oh, oh)
(Oh, oh)
(Oh, oh)
(Oh, oh)
At morning's rise
We will weep
Of our greatest fears
In truth and in rage
This monthly bound
Who have no idea
Clinging to our reverie
We'll sing for those we cannot be
Dreaming that our melody
Will somehow set these demons free
(Hee, hee)
Out of breath and out of kind