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Walking down the asphalt of this coastal street With the dust in
my lungs and the midday heat Watching shadows stretch as the high
tide swells Trying to break free of these concrete shells
I feel the pressure rising slow
Nowhere else for this fire to go (yeah)
Under the sun we are burning clean
The lost survivors of a golden dream
Rip it all down just to build it right
Under the glare of the blinding light!
Different day but the same old grind Another
simulation inside my mind (hahaha)
Got a pocket full of grit and a heart of lead
Running from the voices inside my head
I feel the pressure rising slow
Nowhere else for this fire to go
(let's go!)
Under the sun we are burning clean
The lost survivors of a golden dream
Rip it all down just to build it right
Under the glare of the blinding light!
Break!
Down on my knees!
(shut it down)
Under the sun...
(under the sun)