| Paint a moustache on the Mona Lisa
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| Ride a Harley through the heart of danger
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| Pick up a pen and fight a war for the right to dream
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| I was seventeen
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| Give up my house, sleep for nights on concrete
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| Meditate with all the bums on Vine Street
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| No more running, no more hiding in the house of the dead
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| I think I? |
| ll grow some dreads
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| I believe in the sanctity of dreams
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| No more running from these masqueraders
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| I believe that society will never dream like me I dream of loving, of the empty graveyard
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| I dream of Vegas and the transcendental wildcard
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| A place where noone waits to die before they go into the light
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| And just the blind have sight
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| I follow nothing but the compass of my instinct
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| No matter where it leads, I know it will take me to the brink
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| And leave me there by myself and all alone with my dreams
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| Can you hear my scream?
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| I believe in the sanctity of dreams
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| No more running from these masqueraders
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| I believe that society will never dream like me Never dream like me Society will never dream like me Never dream like me Ooh ooh ooh
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| I believe in the sanctity of dreams
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| No more running from these masqueraders
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| I believe that society will never dream like me Oh-oh
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| I believe in the sanctity of dreams
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| No more running from these masqueraders
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| I believe that society will never dream like me Never dream like me Society
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| Society will never dream like me Society
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| Society
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| Society will never dream like me |