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Now I know that you can see that demon |
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As he rests in his towers on high |
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Makin' us run after his pennies |
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Most of our lives |
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There ain't nothing we can do now |
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'Cause we all got to survive |
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Sittin' down here rotting from deep inside |
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I'm singing dream |
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Just dream for me |
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I'm singing dream |
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Just dream for me |
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I'm singing dream |
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Just dream for me |
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'Cause I believe |
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That these chains, they are growin' weak |
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Yes I believe |
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That these chains, they are growin' weak |
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They are growin' weak |
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They are growin' weak |
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Now I know that you can hear them screamin' |
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From those cubicles deep inside |
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As they sit just now wonderin' |
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Always that question why |
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And I know you can hear them whisperin' |
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Why they can't get what they need |
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Strapped down to the table |
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They're injected with that greed |
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I'm singing dream |
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Just dream for me |
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I'm singing dream |
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Just dream for me |
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I'm singing dream |
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Just dream for me |
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'Cause I believe |
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That these chains, they are growin' weak |
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Yes I believe |
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That these chains, they are growin' weak |
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They are growin' weak |
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They are growin' weak |
