| In my dreams
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| The world would be without foolish idiocracy
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| I want to change our destiny
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| Out of the crowd, it’s screaming loud
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| The influence of media hounds
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| But I can change it here
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| A part of me wants shelter from the night
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| But here I stand, to take the fight
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| If I was the master of starlight
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| I would shine in the dark and guide through the night
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| If I was the creator of golden times
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| I would be like the one that brings back paradise
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| Golden times
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| Look at me
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| What have I become, illusionary journeyman
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| I’m lost in fantasy
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| The world won’t change, many have tried
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| All the goodness just implied
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| Still I can make it here
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| A part of me wants shelter from the night
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| But here I stand, to take the fight
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| If I was the master of starlight
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| I would shine in the dark and guide through the night
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| If I was the creator of golden times
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| I would be like the one that brings back paradise
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| Golden times
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| If I was the master of starlight
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| I would shine in the dark and guide through the night
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| If I was the creator of golden times
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| I would be like the one
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| I would shine like the sun — paradise
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| Golden times |