Sign of the times And he is on the borderline
All in rows Their precious things are locked away All they chose Tomorrow may just be today
Suburban dreams Are all that he's allowed to say In lock and key Where he begins to break away
Break him out Of Revolutionary Road But is in too deep In the familiar warmth of old
At 6am the daily horror show is born At 5pm another line of life is torn
And he is home And he is home again
And so he stands he makes a stand before the picket fences And he feels the warmth of old is cold and not all he was born to be and he becomes the…
Sign of the times And he is on the borderline It’s the sign of the times And he is on the borderline on the borderline
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