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American flag wraps round the pole |
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And the little red man is taking control |
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The man with the puppet |
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Starts to juggle your dreams |
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And the world that you live |
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May not be what it seems |
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Hold onto sorrow, it constantly lies |
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And the things that |
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I thought always kept me in stride |
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Smoke cigarettes till the light came to see |
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Read the fine print on the wrong guaruntee |
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Little red man |
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You're kind of young |
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Now it's time to retreat |
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You're the right people, the wrong ones for me |
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Some turn to apples and lemons of spice |
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Wings of tomorrow will swallow your pride |
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I'm just a dreamer, swimming in my mind |
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I'm just a dreamer in my mind |
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I'm just a dreamer, laughing into mine |
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I'm just a dreamer in my mind |
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Drinking the sunlight |
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The salt from the sea |
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You're the wrong people, the right ones for me |
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Circular motions and things that are found |
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Wings of tomorrow you won't hear a sound |
