| Brave worlds can be spoken
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| But bones will still be broken
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| We’re heading out to cloud coo koo land
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| Waiting like virginal lambs
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| Face are armoured in the varner
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| I’ve seen you dreaming of a beautiful life
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| Where people are equal and nice
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| And it makes me take my heart in my hand
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| To question your foolish demands 'cause
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| Brave worlds can be spoken
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| But bones will still be broken
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| You see yourselves as soldiers
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| With flowers in your holsters
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| Will all this wishful thinking
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| Save your ship from sinking
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| Now it’s bed time up on cloud coo koo land
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| And the faint hearts are dreaming of plans
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| Patiently waiting for the spark to ignite
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| With the promise of making things right
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| But your actions must speed
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| So they travel in light
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| So don’t think with me
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| On your fantasy flight
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| Your brave worlds can be spoken
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| But bones will still be broken |