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Some of us are building houses
Places where we say we live
Cut the joke in half
And then
I'll buy myself a little prison

I will not crash
I'll buy a plot
And be buried on my back

I am a potential earner
Swimming in potential sea
Every day I drive my car
Across the city
Across the street

I will not crash
I'll buy a plot
And be buried on my back
I'll make a vow
And tire but never take it back
I'll work a job
And wake up when the sky is black
I'll buy a plot
And be buried on my back

Separate the gold from silver
Hang it on a Christmas tree
Let us saturate the future
Here's to our dreams
And our degrees

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from Some Kind Of Eden, released September 7, 2012
P&C 2012 Claire Duncan

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