Lyin in the light for a long long time
But the times been flyin by
New faces soon arrive
There expressions are those of mine
The search for the meaning is nothing more than the reflection in the sky
Ottawa's the place to be when the sun sets down and the light is hard to see
I don't think you understand the rules of being free
Just let your eyes lead
I can feel the top getting closer
I haven't felt the sun in days
But i can feel the flood of moister
You can tell the light is coming by the suns rays that begin to fade the greys
Just another day in the home of the few, the strong, the brave
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