The flowers in your hair have all withered
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The tears dried in your eyes and filled with sand
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The toys we built for play have overcome us
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It doesn't seem like a world without end
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I try to stir from the slumber and the vision
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I try to rise from the poison of the dream
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I try to hold on to the things I should believe in
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I try to remember the things that I believe
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The freedom in the air is polluted
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And free love is a never ending need
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I hear people praying for the future
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But it sounds like like they're talking in their sleep
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I try to run from the anger and the reason
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I try to figure out what's wrong ...
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It looks like a fever to me
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Makes people do crazy things
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It's got to be a feverdream.
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Feverdream
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| Atomic Opera |
