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Could we all be dreaming |
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Of the suffering, forming clouds on our feelings? |
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Could the wars be in our heads? |
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Could our children be safe in their beds? |
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Oh, where will I be when I wake up? |
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Oh, will I be returning home? |
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To the questions burning a hole |
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In my heart that's turning to stone |
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When I wake up where will I return? |
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Could this be our punishment? |
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The floods and fires, the bombs and liars |
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For our Mother's discontent |
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Could production be a slave |
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To the devil on a full rampage? |
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Oh where will I be when I wake up? |
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Oh, will I be returning home? |
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To the questions burning a hole |
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In my heart that is turning to stone |
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When I wake up where will I return? |
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Where will I return? |
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Where will I return? |
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Where will I return? |
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Where will I return? |
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Will I be returning? |
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Oh, will I be returning home? |
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To the questions burning a hole |
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In my heart that is turning stone |
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Will I be returning home? |
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When I wake up where will I return? |