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We're not strange |
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We're just sleeping |
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We all just drift around |
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We're not trying |
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We are dreaming |
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We all blend in the crowd |
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Down my head turns |
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But in heart fire burns |
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Down my head it turns |
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In heart fire burns |
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We're the army of dreamers |
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We're the idle people |
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We're the ones |
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That make no sound |
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Waiting in the background |
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Oh, life goes on without us |
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People come and people go |
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Every suburb looks the same |
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Street by street house by house |
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We're the army of dreamers |
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We're the idle people |
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We're the ones that don't count |
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Waiting in the background |
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But we are mirrors to this world |
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We speak, if we're heard |
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But we bleed, if we're hurt |
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And we seethe, if we're burned |
