lyrics

you could have been born in a royal town
live for your studies, not a field to plow
where no attention's paid
you're just another face in the crowd
or maybe fair better from the frigid skies
life would be a race and you would have to fly
allergic to the ground
not a bruise or mudstain to be found
the grass could be greener or it could be grey
if nobody had left you at an early age
well dreamin ends at dawn
but sleepings nightly practice to be gone

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