Stand up tall, in the crowd
Do you think you can face life lying down?
When you walk, lift your head
Do you think you can’t cultivate the higher ground?
I have grown from my own ground
Brave the fall, take a leap
Do you think you have nothing that can be found?
You can run, in slow speed
Do you think it’s a crime if you touch the ground?
I’m in touch with my own ground
Walk upright, in the grass
Do you think you were built to last?
When you sing, do it loud
Do you think you can recreate the primal blast?
I drink well from my own ground
Ride the wind, take a hike
Do you think you have to fly a kite?
Fly the plane, lose your body
Do you think it ‘s far too slobby?
I reach high from my own ground
Turn the corner, walk damn straight
Do you think you can leave the past?
Go underground, look around
Do you think you can leave there fast?
Cheers!
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