They say we're not meant to be
Teach us young that life's out of reach
And so we preach to the choir of the system.
All I see is men in white, ladies in red,
Waltzing around in hut-hut time
And I'd be lying if I said it didn't scare me.
I'm holding out for the future
And it's looking pretty grey
The city knows how to play with hearts
How to throw them all away.
We're too green for a city of green
Clearing miles of green in exchange for green
To fuel machines that pump out black.
Thrown into the ranks, we're all in the rat race.
Thrown into the ranks, we're all in the rat race.
I'm holding out for the future
And it's looking pretty grey
The city knows how to play with hearts
How to throw them all away.
This is my final breath, a culmination of everything I am,
This is my final breath, I'll miss you but they won't listen till we're gone.
I'm holding out for the future
And it's looking pretty grey
The city knows how to play with hearts
How to throw them all away.

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