I can't work There's too many wars over seas There's too much creative juice in me to focus in on that So I'll pace around, I'll chat with your answering machine As my thoughts drift into the unclean I have to take a bath You know, I know, they don't know anything about you and me and all our kind Reasonless, meaningless superiority Slaughtered symphonies in our mind This college cattle call Ships off a hundred herds of young and wealthy work-horse mules The teachers labeled all the dreamers fools "You're not their fucking tool!" You and me can set them free together With one hand on each others, And the other on our weaponry, Yeah You and me can set them free together All I need is your love And a revolution. And you, They fit inside of a box They tie it with their proficient knots, To keep you in the dark They're scared of your eyes 'cause they radiate blue Never ever stop dreamin
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