Steel on the skyline Sky made of glass Made for a real world All things must pass Whoa, oh, oh Waiting for something Looking for someone Is there no reason? Have I stared too long? Whoa, oh, oh Whoa, oh, oh You say you'll leave me And when the sun is low And the rays high I can see it now I can feel it die Ho, oh, oh Ho, oh, oh
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