Chalked up in a city street,
broke glass in a bloody scene.
Young guns that are half my age,
from Baghdad to ?.
Cell Phones in the magazines,
? bombs on the human beings.
Hate war and diamond rings,
nightmares of silly things.
How does anyone sleep at night?
Out of mind but not out of sight.
Out of love and I've just begun,
living large in America.

But I found one last thing to believe in.
But I found one last thing to believe in.

Close calls and we're holding on,
Police lines and fire alarms.
High winds with a heavy fall.
Dead birds in a parking stall.
How does anybody sleep at night?
I lay in bed and I close my eyes,
I kinda rest but it starts to hurt,
living here is a lot of work.

But I found one last thing to believe in.
But I found one last thing to believe in.
But I found...

"Why do we struggle to breathe a more righteous breath?
A feeling of heartfelt purpose, and a sense of hope,
for something bigger than ourselves."

But I found one last thing to believe in.
But I found one last thing to believe in.
But I found one last thing to believe in.
To believe in.

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