| The dream was not a vision
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| Or some preminition like we were told
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| It was no figment of the imagination
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| To prove that we could be bought or sold
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| The doctor of the dimond run
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| Could be revealed to the intellegent
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| But this is what i resent
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| Who cares for the ignorent, the intellegent
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| The synics approch was mean
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| Who cares for anything in this whole wide world
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| Except me And this opinion must not confuse the issue
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| My appearence, my condition, or state of delivery
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| I am stating the obvious
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| This is a protest
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| There must me a collusion
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| This is no shakespearean speach
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| This is a statement
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| Made by one who can not practice what he preaches
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| The statue of liberty
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| Has engraved on it’s wall
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| Give me your poor, give me your needy
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| Give me them all
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| We need something like this
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| For this world to coexist
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| It would be so easy
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| To act so pretensious
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| To act as if it was hepocracy
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| To act condisending
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| When in fact it’s the world we’re mending
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| And that’s why i can’t relax
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| Cause inside my coat it’s a pistol that i pack
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| We must beware of a suprise neuclear attack
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| We must be ready to strike back
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| I’m not pretending
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| Our defense needs clearly mending
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| We must leave those standing
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| Forget the third world is ending
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| Is starving, is crying
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| Is desolate, is oh so late
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| I would dearly love to return
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| Through a mirror in twenty years
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| And learn what the future has in store for us And if i learned that we lost
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| And there was no hope
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| For those that fight
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| I would turn to drink
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| And drink is drugs
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| And drugs would help me sink
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| And like of boat, i float
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| I sail out to the sky
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| To the universe and back
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| Maybe to give it another try
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| I don’t know why, why jack
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| Just to confirm our father
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| Just to learn, just to heal us |