| The dreamers all got day jobs
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| Their imaginations fill the corporation halls
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| The stoners have now hit the big time
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| Special parking for their Porsches has replaced the rebel torches
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| That used to burn inside their minds
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| But then the rains came and the blood flowed
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| While we tried to stake our claim
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| But when the smoke cleared
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| We lined up in droves to gladly wear the chains
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| We will gladly war the chains
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| The greenies hav clear cut the lumber
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| We had to feed our children, there was nothing else to do
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| But how we got here, man, it’s a wonder
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| We’ll make payments, it’s no trouble
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| We’re just doing what is normal
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| We can’t go back, think of all we’d lose
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| Then the rains came and the blood flowed
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| Now it’s much too late to change
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| And when the smoke cleared
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| We lined up in droves to gladly wear the chains
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| Oh yes, we gladly wear the chains
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| I had a dream Sunday morning
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| I saw a ship just like a rainbow with diamonds in their crown
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| The line for this cruise stretched on for miles
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| And no one could afford it
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| But we gave our lives to board it
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| Though we all knew it was goin' down
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| Then the rains came and the blood flowed
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| 'Til our dreams went down in flames
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| And when the smoke cleared we lined up in droves
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| And no one could explain
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| While freedom cried our name
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| We would gladly wear the chains
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| But we gladly wear the chains
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| The dreamers all got day jobs |