| To reach the constellations and pacify the world
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| It’s all we ever wanted from this cavalcade of spoils
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| But faking this democracy and shaking hands as one
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| When all is said and all is done, it doesn’t change a thing
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| There’s a burden on those people like the seas of Calcapone
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| Just a little misunderstanding from the days of kings and fairytales
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| And every time the future seems to tinker on the brink
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| Of clearing all the scum, you know it doesn’t change a thing
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| But hope springs eternal in every child and every doorway
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| I can’t wait now to see your time coming 'round
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| Hope springs eternal in every grain of every sand dune
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| In a DJ revolution, music makes the world
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| A soundtrack for the people who it makes them feel at home
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| And hanging in the city where the neon tells the time, you know
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| Everyone can see it now, it doesn’t change a thing
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| Hope springs eternal in every child and every doorway
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| I can’t wait now to see your time coming 'round
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| Hope springs eternal in every grain of every sand dune
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| Hope springs eternal in every child and every doorway
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| I can’t wait now to see your time coming 'round
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| Hope springs eternal in every grain of every sand dune |