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We are the pen, we are the mind, we are keepers of the light, |
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We are the fools, we are the free, we are |
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Sons of a |
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Dream. I dream about a season |
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I sleep inside a place where |
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I am free - and wandering. |
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I roam the deepest canyons |
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I soar the highest skies that |
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I might see - my fantasies. |
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I am the seed of a vision |
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I am the one who forsees |
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I pray the world will remember, some day the world will believe . . . |
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I live inside your reason |
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I breathe your thoughts, |
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I speak what's not to be - reality. |
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I'm free, yet |
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I'm in prison |
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I'm tame but cannot fly with broken wings - my fate will be. |
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I am the seed of a vision |
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I am the one who forsees |
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I pray the world will remember, some day the world will believe . . . |
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We are the pen, we are the mind, we are keepers of the light, |
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We are the fools, we are the free, we are |
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Sons of a |
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Dream. We are the pen, we are the mind, we are keepers of the light, |
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We are the fools, we are the free, we are |
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Sons of a |
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Dream. |
