| Somewhere the bombing all has stopped
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| And people begin to sit and talk
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| And somewhere insomniatic stockbrokers can rest their bloodshot eyes
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| Cause there’s nothing left to buy or sell
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| Or kill or die for anymore
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| We’re living inside eternal moments that we’ve searched for all our lives
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| There’s nobody living by the clock
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| And every door is left unlocked
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| Cause property died all alone and capitalism lost its home
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| There’s plenty of fresh air here in town
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| And plants are growing on the cars
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| And all of the streets are used for dancing
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| And at night you see all the stars
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| Ya da da da di ya, ya da da da da
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| Ya da da da, da da da da
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| Ya da da da di ya, ya da da da da
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| Ya da da da, da da da da
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| We’re searching for something that was lost
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| And centuries all have covered up
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| We’re flailing to find the smallest fragments of our liberated lives
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| And every tiny piece we find
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| We pick up and glue together
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| Collectively working for our utopian futures to collide
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| In snuggly beds and midnight talks
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| In wandering bike rides and wayward walks
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| Making up all of our own music, art, myth, food and news
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| It’s happening everywhere we go
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| Collective bookstores and basement shows
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| Sharing a song that we all know or making up new ones as we go
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| Ya da da da di ya, ya da da da da
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| Ya da da da, da da da da
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| Ya da da da di ya, ya da da da da
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| Da da da da, da da da da
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| I’m a dream, this is real
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| I’m a dream, you are here
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| I’m a dream, you are me
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| I’m a dream, we are free
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| I’m a dream, this is real
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| I’m a dream, you are here
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| I’m a dream, you are me
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| I’m a dream, we are free
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| Now can’t you feel the ice caps grow?
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| Now can’t you hear the forests laugh
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| At piles of nicely packaged toothpicks all in processed warehouse rows
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| Cause the only processing we do now
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| Is with one another in our homes
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| With people we’ll fight, fuck, laugh and cry with
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| Until the day we die
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| Here where we share all that we’ve won
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| Here where we grieve for what is lost
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| Here where the children grow with names they chose and genders all their own
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| Here where we celebrate each other
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| Here where you’ve never had a boss
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| Here where we sing like restless kids with half-chewed food inside our mouths
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| Ya da da da di ya, ya da da da da
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| Da da da da, da da da da
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| Ya da da da di ya, ya da da da da
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| Ya da da da, da da da da
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| Here in the place outside the box
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| There are no more borders left to cross
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| From each according to ability and to each based on need
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| Here in the place where dreams aren’t dead
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| Here in the space between our heads |