| Dear brothers and sisters
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| dear enemies and friends
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| Why are we all so alone here
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| All we need is a little more hope, a little more joy
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| All we need is a little more light, a little less weight, a little more freedom.
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| If we were an army, and if we believed that we were an army
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| And we believed that everyone was scared like little lost children in their
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| grown up clothes and poses
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| So we ended up alone here floating through long wasted days, or great
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| tribulations.
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| While everything felt wrong
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| Good words, strong words, words that could’ve moved mountains
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| Words that no one ever said
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| We were all waiting to hear those words and no one ever said them
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| And the tactics never hatched
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| And the plans were never mapped
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| And we all learned not to believe
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| And strange lonesome monsters loafed through the hills wondering why
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| And it is best to never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever wonder why
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| So tangle — oh tangle us up in bright red ribbons!
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| Let’s have a parade
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| It’s been so long since we had a parade, so let’s have a parade!
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| Let’s invite all our friends
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| And all our friends' friends!
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| Let’s promenade down the boulevards with terrific pride and light in our eyes
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| Twelve feet tall and staggering
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| Sick with joy with the angels there and light in our eyes
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| Brothers and sisters, hope still waits in the wings like a bitter spinster
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| Impatient, lonely and shivering, waiting to build her glorious fires
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| It’s because of our plans man; |
| our beautiful ridiculous plans
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| Let’s launch them like careening jetplanes
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| Let’s crash all our planes in the river
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| Let’s build strange and radiant machines at this jericho waiting to fall |