La Cerca

By Sparta

On Porcelain

Released on July 13, 2004

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Grew up on a man made line

That's left me warm

Count your blessings, you're the lucky one

The view from this window

Is frail and brittle

And I've done nothing to change anything

These hills in our hometown

Disguise the beaten down

I can't turn a blind eye anymore

I was raised in a certain way

And I think I've let you down

So I change my ways

And I'll find a brand new path

Let's crash these gates and join this party

I want to be welcomed not just tolerated

I'm watching my own eyes

Looking for truth

I started doubting but fell into the pool

This resolutions firm and panic sets in

In order to grow you must be open to learn

I was raised in a certain way

And I think I've let you down

So I change my ways

And I'll find a brand new path

Brand new path

I was raised in a certain way

And I think I've let you down

So I change my ways

And I'll find a brand new path

Grew up on a man made line

That's left me empty

Count your blessings, you're the lucky one

I've seen these scenes

Haunt me in my dreams

I've just begun to question why

How could I forget

Imaginary space

Don't have a thing to do with life

I've seen these scenes

Haunt me in my dreams

I've just begun to question why

How could I forget

Imaginary space

Don't have a thing to do with life

I was raised in a certain way

And I think I've let you down

So I change my ways

And I'll find a brand new path now

Brand new path

I was raised in a certain way

And I think I've let you down

So I change my ways

And I'll find a brand new path

So I change my ways

And I'll find a brand new path

So I change my ways

And I'll find a brand new path now

Brand new path