Dorothy, I know you've had amazing dreams
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We can't go chasing down each golden street
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Each and every rainbow, each passion, each unattainable goal
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We're not in dreamland anymore
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Dorothy, it seems you'll never understand
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This here land is everything we have
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Every sweat-stained collar, every dollar,
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every bent and bloodied spur
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We're not the kids that we once were
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We can't be the adults we want to be
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Dreams are all you have, dreams have held you back
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Dreamers never live, only dream of it
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Dream cars, dream houses, dream jobs, dream spouses
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Dreams of tornadoes, cities of emerald
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And I know we swore we'd make more of ourselves
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but this plot is literally our lot in life.
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American dreams pollute our cities
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Our piece of the pie can't fill our bellies
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(More!) More square inches
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(More!) Picket fences
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(More!) Clothes on the line
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(More!) Naps at noontime
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More of our fair share
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More of our birthright
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More of what we're owed
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More...
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Paid vacation
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(More!) Entertainment
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(More!) Compensation
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(More!) Gratuitous gratification
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Dorothy, wake up, Dorothy, wake up
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Dorothy, wake up, it's time for work
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Dorothy At Forty
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