| Come gather 'round those who feel it’s time for savin'
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| Help wake up the sleepy and quiet the ravings of cardboard cowards
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| Who’d have you feel like they do
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| Ah, but look at what they’ve turned the world into
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| And come on, come on, let’s sail upon a painted ocean
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| Captain, set your wheel of love a-spinnin'
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| All those who are losers soon will be winnin' a place in the sun
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| Upon a painted ocean
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| Ah, let your hair down 'til it rolls on the ground
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| You won’t be needing your mask for where we are bound
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| And but those who place tradition on pedestals
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| Will be chained to the dock and be ridiculed
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| Oh, come on, come on, let’s sail upon a painted ocean
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| Captain, set your wheel of love a-spinnin'
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| For those who are losers soon will be winnin' a place in the sun
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| Upon a painted ocean
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| And I’ll preach to you love until you can’t hear hate
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| Whisperin' in the ghettos of our own mistakes
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| And until enough people become aware
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| Then we’ll stop standin' still and start goin' somewhere
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| Oh, come on, come on, let’s sail upon a painted ocean
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| Captain, set your wheel of love a-spinnin'
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| For those who are losers soon will be winnin' a place in the sun
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| Upon a painted ocean
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| Oh, come on, come on, let’s sail upon a painted ocean
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| Captain, set your wheel of love a-spinnin'
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| For those who are losers soon will be winnin' a place in the sun
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| Upon a painted ocean |