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Spiritual Beggars

Concrete Horizon

Through the darkest hours

You will find me here

Tired of asking questions

I'm breaking free, getting out of here

My concrete horizon

I want to walk far beyond the line

The seed is there, it's been sown

And I'm high on the rising tide

In every nightmare

I see the same old place

In every waking hour

I plan my escape

One life, get out of here

My life, I can't stay here

It's a fools game

That I used to play

This is over, leave me be

I'm breaking free, getting out of here

City lights burning bright

In a cold, cold distance

The seed is there, it's been sown

And I'm high on the rising tide