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Up the hill, past 694
At the stone wall, make a left
And I will see you soon, my friend
If these old directions still direct
Is the problem that we can't see
Or is it that the problem is beautiful to me
Birds of Virginia flying within ya
Like background singers, they all come in threes
Like background singers, they all come in threes
Won't soul music change
Now that our souls have turned strange
Once a day
Twice a day
When on and off collide
We'll set our souls aside
And walk away
We've been raised on replicas
Of fake and winding roads
And day after day, upon this beautiful stage
We've been playing tambourine for minimum wage
But we are real
We are real
I know we are real
Repair is the dream
Of the broken thing
Like a message broadcast on an overpass
All my favorite singers couldn't sing
My ski vest has buttons like convenience store mirrors
And they help me see
That everything in this room right now is a part of me
It is a part of me
Won't soul music change
Now that our souls have turned strange
Once a day
Twice a day
When on and off collide
Let's set our souls aside
And walk away
Realizing is how it feels inside when it happens to you
I took a shot of sugar, snow dumped into the blood
And children wander off into the ultra-economic
We are real
We are real
We are real
We are real