| There was a time and place
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| Not far from here and now
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| Maybe a brighter day
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| Maybe they had it made somehow
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| Living for there and then
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| Under a psychadelic spell
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| No one was listening
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| Still they had so much to tell
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| Whatever happened to the dreamers
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| They always look beyond the sky
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| Saw a world they could believe in
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| But only when they close their eyes
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| There were the politcians
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| Men of the cloth, painters and poets
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| Starting a revolution
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| Without even knowing it
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| Making the world around us
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| Making heaven and hell
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| Saying so much about us
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| Still they had so much to tell
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| Whatever happened to the dreamers
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| They always looked beyond the sky
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| Saw a world they could believe in
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| But only when they close their eyes
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| Where are they now
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| They’ve all left town
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| Bringing the clouds
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| Whatever happened to the dreamers
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| They always look beyond the sky
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| Saw a world they could believe in
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| But only when they close their eyes
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| But only when they close their eyes
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| Why are we on our own, why are we on our own
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| Nothing’s ever been this way before
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| A dream is just a dream and nothing more
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| Nothing’s ever been this way before
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| A dream is just a dream and nothing more |