Holiday

Poor boy dreams of a brighter place to stay
 He comes from the walls and he wonders what your name is
 Lays in the dirt with his face to the sky
 Smiles at the sun and watches as they fly by
 "Where ya goin'" they say
 On a holiday
 Watching bellies of the planes
 As they fly away
 No coins of gold
 No money in the bank
 As long as I dream
 I can still escape
 I can still escape
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 Raised by the wolves and the guns of the night
 It's either this or the spoon if you want to take flight
 So he decides to live without the bright lights
 Where he watches the sun and smiles as they fly by
 "Where ya goin'" they say
 On a holiday
 Watching bellies or the planes
 As they fly away
 No coins of gold
 No money in the bank
 As long as I dream
 I can still escape
 I can still escape
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 Poor boy dreams with his arms held high
 Flies over fields, lost in his mind's eye
 Lays in the dirt with his face to the sky
 Smiles at the sun and watches as they fly by
 "Where ya goin'" they say
 On a holiday
 Watching bellies of the planes
 As they fly away
 No coins of gold
 No money in the bank
 As long as I dream
 I can still escape
 I can still escape