Swinging softly
Swinging with the breeze
And I know I should have never let go
In the middle of the road
You told me to let go let it go – go back to the things we know
The sun comes down
the clouds turn red
But we all heard the concrete call
We'll bury ourselves in the sand
we'll let the cities burn let'em burn – we're not going back at all
Sometimes it makes me cry
So would you hold me to the end of the line
Would you hold me till the end of time
And show me bright lights
Childhood dreams are never put to bed
We are just waiting for our turn
olive trees in our head
we'll let the cities burn let'em burn – we're not ever gonna return
Sometimes it makes me cry
So would you hold me to the end of the line
Would you hold me till the end of time
And show me bright lights

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