There's a breakdown on the runway, And the timeless flights are gone
I'm a year ahead of myself these days, And I'm locomotive strong
My city spread like cannon fire In a yellow nervous state
I can't cut the ties that bind me To horoscopes and fate
And I won't break and I won't bend
But someday soon we'll sail away
To innocence and the bitter end
And I won't break and I won't bend
And with the last breath we ever take
We're gonna get back to the simple life again
When we break out of this blindfold I'm gonna take you from this place
Until we're free from this ball and chain I'm still hard behind the eight
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