| 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 |