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The Architect > 04.16.2007

Young man come to me
Asked me for a smoke
Straight off of Bourbon Street
Alley cat with a dirty coat

Said it’s hard out here, being me.
The people ain't the way you want them to be
If I could redesign everything you see
According to me you’d all be free
Saying Whoa

As I wait patiently the Architect layed out his plan
For the building of a new found nation
Put together by a million hands

Said it’s hard out here, being me
The people ain't the way you want them to be
If I could redefine everything you see
According to me I can then be free
Yeah Whoa

Said it’s hard out here, being me
The people ain't the way you want them to be
If I could redesign everything you see
According to me I could then agree yeah
Now Whoa

Come on

Yeah Whoa

I wanna build my home at the ocean
Underneath the sky
Wanna leave the door wide open,
So I can see everything
I wanna build my home at the ocean
Underneath the sky
Wanna leave the door wide open
So I can see everything
I can see everything
I can see everything
I will see everything yeah