| Can you hear the sound around of the town where there’s people screaming out
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| and there’s no one listening
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| To get on through you need to prove there’s something new in what you do so
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| they can choose if they want that happening
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| Catch them creeping down the hall so they can peep into your stall to know that
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| they’re above the law so start petitioning
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| Wake up early kinda rushed making sure my teeth are brushed cause I cannot miss
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| the bus and all the protesting
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| So take a trip on down with me my friend
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| On the mountain high natural smoke up to the sky
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| To the sea we fly speeding down the mountainside
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| On the wind we float landing on a flying boat
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| Plunging deep below watch the bubbles come and go
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| Keep two open eyes free yourself expand your mind
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| They can’t restrict your time in this perfect world of mine
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| When November comes at last and the votes have yet been cast we’ll just drop
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| the price of gas a terror threatening
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| Keep the masses on our side boost our people’s sense of pride a candy-coated
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| sheet of lies to hide the murdering |
| Blast our taxes to the sky as there status stacks grown high mute the poor let
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| out a sigh too keep them wondering
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| Can we blind the public eye make them think were doing right keep our puppets
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| smiling bright while we run everything
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| So take a trip on down with me my friend
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| On the mountain high natural smoke up to the sky
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| To the sea we fly speeding down the mountainside
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| On the wind we float landing on a flying boat
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| Plunging deep below watch the bubbles come and go
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| Keep to open eyes free yourself expand your mind
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| They can’t restrict your time in this perfect world of mine
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| They think they’re doing something wise sending pawns to their demise to tell
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| us how to live our lives a country crumbling
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| Like thick molasses rolling by the fumes of oil chain the night when there’s no
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| moon to spark the sky a thread unraveling
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| Closing doors to clutter time branding waste to form a line keeping reason
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| miles behind a mighty trampling
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| Does it hurt to tell the truth its gonna sting you when you lose this fire’s |
| burning 'cause your karma’s crackling
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| So take a trip on down with me my friend
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| On the mountain high natural smoke up to the sky
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| To the sea we fly speeding down the mountainside
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| On the wind we float landing on a flying boat
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| Plunging deep below watch the bubbles come and go
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| Keep to open eyes free yourself expand your mind
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| They can’t restrict your time in this perfect world of mine
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| In this perfect world of mine
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| In this perfect world of mine
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| In this perfect world of mine |