I'm a battleship, frozen by my mother's anger,
Anchored in the north pole sea.
I'm a sphinx, stamped on the hilton poster,
Hoping to see the desert.
I'm a woman without country or state.
Opening her head to the universe,
Hundred thousand people in me.
Ev'ry day they're growing,
Ev'ry day they're feeling.
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He's an infant, blinded from his mother's sorrow,
Crawling in the bleeding sky.
He's a building, floating in spring air,
Hoping to open his windows.
He's a man, bound on earth soil,
Reaching his hands to the universe,
Hundred thousand people in him.
Ev'ry day they're feeling,
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Ev'ry day they're growing.
Growing pain, growing joy,
Growing pain, growing joy.
Growing together, reaching each other.
Growing pain, growing joy,
Growing pain, growing joy.
Growing together, reaching each other.
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