the sun came up exposed the cloud the city put up
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grey mountains lost grey skies covered them up
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so what if we can make a million cars in one day
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or a million bombs to blow ourself up
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should we call this free?
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the answer's obvious decisions made for and against us
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the sun came up behind the trees on the city it looks so ugly to me
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a million people a million dreams
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but not a word spoken it seems
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i'll be a friend to you be a friend to me
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the bosses learned to fool the slaves into 8 hour days
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but do we need them or do they need us?
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it seems like we dwell on these useless things
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life-styles of wealth pursuit of money
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competition says to beat each other down for personal gain
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sorry i didn't call last night, i've got a lot of nothing taking all my time
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motivation sometimes sinks deep in the couch cushions
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sometimes sleep is my best friend
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and it hurt me when my friends transformed into my parents
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they don't call here anymore so it all comes down to this turn
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18 find life employment shut your mouth cover your eyes
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i think we deserve a bit more than this
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do you really think you run your life?
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and when all the skies turn grey and the earth rejects this mess we've made
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and all the cities fallt ot he sea
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when every person has the means to build a life, follow their dreams
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and not be worked into their grave
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when all governments
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and multi-million dollar corporations have been torn down
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by commen men, when it all falls down
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you and i sitting on the mountain side staring at the sun.
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We'll Have A Party
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| The Broadways |
