Tracy Island: Listen!

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I’m washing windows in the snow / With no particular place to go
I’m not a new man / This is not an old town
This is not the first time that life has let me down

This stinks and everything starts to blow / Born with three strikes nothing to know
Didn’t fight the battle / Or watch the wall come down
Life was short and busy when I could roll this town

This land is your land / But this was my-my-my opportunity
There was no master plan / No time to think why-why what you do to me
Just wanted to make some grand
And this was my-my-my opportunity
This was my-my-my opportunity

The years go by I’m still not happy with the show / Endless work just to keep from sinking below
Never been indentured / Or wore a royal crown
My heart is racing but my friends are gathered round

This land is your land / But this was my-my-my opportunity
There was no master plan / No time to think why-why what you do to me
Just wanted to make some grand
And this was my-my-my opportunity
This was my-my-my opportunity

Until the sky cracked open and a finger pointed down

This land is your land / But this was my-my-my opportunity
There was no master plan / No time to think why-why what you do to me
Just wanted to make some grand
And this was my-my-my opportunity
This was my-my-my opportunity