The businessman will take his cut
of all the good things we have wrought
tangled in our weary lives
and I'll smile on my way down
Someone that I loved before
but don't remember anymore
I wonder if she's still around
or if she cut another corner
on her way out
Free air
Good and growing
Would you welcome the world without us?
It's coming again
They came for money in the night
Who am I to stand and fight
Maybe you will understand
when you're clinging to nothing
Can't stand a minute on my own
Can't stand time unless I'm stoned
I used to be someone to trust
but now I laugh about lying
and I miss your
Free air
Good and growing
Would you welcome the world without us?
It's coming again

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