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You tell me what you dream |
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I'll tell you who you are |
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Sometimes you'll find me wishing |
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That this whole world would listen |
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We billions one light beam |
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Born streams of burning stars |
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Are we now finally seeing |
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What we've been always being |
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People running all around |
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Highways over and underground |
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Cities made of steel and stone |
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Babies call them home |
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Creatures crawling on the ground |
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Beehive busy buzzing sound |
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Ant hills hailing to the queen |
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Empires towering over trees |
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You tell me what you dream |
|
I'll tell you who you are |
|
Sometimes you'll find me wishing |
|
That this whole world would listen |
|
We billions one light beam |
|
Born streams of burning stars |
|
Are we now finally seeing |
|
What we've been always being |
|
People running all around |
|
Highways over and underground |
|
Cities made of steel and stone |
|
Babies call them home |
|
Creatures crawling on the ground |
|
Beehive busy buzzing sound |
|
Ant hills hailing to the queen |
|
Empires towering over trees |
|
You tell me what you dream |
|
I'll tell you who you are |
|
Sometimes you'll find me wishing |
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That this whole world would listen |
