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Somewhere the bombing all has stopped |
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And people begin to sit and talk |
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And somewhere insomniatic stockbrokers can rest their bloodshot eyes |
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Cuz there's nothing left to buy or sell |
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Or kill or die for anymore |
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We're living inside eternal moments that we've searched all our lives |
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There's nobody living by the clock |
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And every door is left unlocked |
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Cuz property died all alone and capitalism lost it's home |
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There's plenty of fresh air here in town |
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The plants are all growing on the cars |
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And all of the streets are used for dancing and at night you see all the |
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Stars Yada dada deeya yada dadada |
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Yada dada dada dada |
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Yada dada deeya yada dadada |
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Yada dada dada dada |
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We're searching for something that was lost |
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And centuries all have covered up |
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We're flailing to find the smallest fragments of our liberated lives |
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And every tiny piece we find |
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We pick up and glue together |
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Collectively working for our utopian futures to collide |
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In snuggly beds and midnight talks |
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And wandering bike rides and wayward walks |
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Making up all of our own music art myth food and news |
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It's happening everywhere we go |
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Collective bookstores and basement shows |
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Sharing a song that we all know or making up new ones as we go |
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Yada dada deeya yada dadada |
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Yada dada dada dada |
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Yada dada deeya yada dadada |
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Yada dada dada dada |
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I am a dream, this is real |
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I am a dream, you are here |
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I am a dream, you are me |
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I am a dream we are free |
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I am a dream, this is real |
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I am a dream, you are here |
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I am a dream, you are me |
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I am a dream we are free |
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Now can't you feel the ice caps grow |
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Now can't you hear the forest laugh |
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At piles of nicely packaged toothpicks all in processed warehouse rows |
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Cuz the only processing we do now |
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Is with one another in our homes |
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With people we'll fight fuck laugh and cry with until the day we die |
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Here where we share all that we've won |
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Here where we grieve for what is lost |
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Here where the children grow with names they chose and genders all their |
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Own Here where we celebrate each other |
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Here where you've never had a boss |
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Here where we sing like restless kids with half chewed food inside our |
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Mouths Yada dada deeya yada dadada |
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Yada dada dada dada |
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Yada dada deeya yada dadada |
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Yada dada dada dada |
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Here in the place outside the box |
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There are no more borders left to cross |
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From each according to ability and to each based on need |
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Here in the place where dreams aren't dead |
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Here in the space between our heads |