May 7, 2009
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I'll clear the sky,
Brought down before your eyes.
Burned red, then painted blue.
Watch ever star shine for you.

See the dawn,
Set straight to prove night wrong.
And I think I always knew.
The sun would shine just for you.

"You know, it's yours."

Take the streets,
Bend them and make them meet.
Twisted before your feet,
I'll make the city stand for you.

"You know, it's yours."

It's yours.

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