| Looking out my window staring
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| At the things that I can’t see
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| If I listen closely
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| I can hear, I can hear, hear a dying dream
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| I’m wrapped up in the warmth
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| Of an unforgiving mind
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| I’m on vacation in another time
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| And we can thank the tv
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| We can thank the men of old
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| For this legacy of hate
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| Somehow, somehow they have sold
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| I’m wrapped up in the warmth
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| Of an unforgiving game
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| I’m on vacation in the Land of Shame
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| When the pigs are flying
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| And it’s freezing cold in hell
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| Maybe we’ll forgive the children, baby
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| Only time can tell
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| Yeah yeah!
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| If I listen closely
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| I can hear, I can hear, hear a dying dream
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| I am on vacation in the Land of Shame
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| We’ll be alone together
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| In a world we call our own
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| We’ll be alone together
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| In a place that doesn’t feel like home
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| Yeah yeah!
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| I can hear, I can hear, hear a dying dream
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| (Dying dream!
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| Dying dream!
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| Dying dream!)
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| We’ll be alone together
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| (In a world we call our own)
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| We’ll be alone together
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| (In a place that doesn’t feel like home)
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| We’ll be alone together
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| (In a world we call out own)
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| We’ll be alone together
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| (In a place that doesn’t feel like home)
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| We’ll be alone together
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| We’ll leave this land of shame |