Somewhere the bombing all has stopped
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And people begin to sit and talk
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And somewhere insomniatic stockbrokers can rest their bloodshot eyes
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Cuz there's nothing left to buy or sell
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Or kill or die for anymore
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We're living inside eternal moments that we've searched all our lives
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There's nobody living by the clock
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And every door is left unlocked
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Cuz property died all alone and capitalism lost it's home
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There's plenty of fresh air here in town
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The plants are all growing on the cars
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And all of the streets are used for dancing and at night you see all the
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Stars
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Yada dada deeya yada dadada
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Yada dada dada dada
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Yada dada deeya yada dadada
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Yada dada dada dada
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We're searching for something that was lost
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And centuries all have covered up
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We're flailing to find the smallest fragments of our liberated lives
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And every tiny piece we find
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We pick up and glue together
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Collectively working for our utopian futures to collide
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In snuggly beds and midnight talks
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And wandering bike rides and wayward walks
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Making up all of our own music art myth food and news
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It's happening everywhere we go
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Collective bookstores and basement shows
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Sharing a song that we all know or making up new ones as we go
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Yada dada deeya yada dadada
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Yada dada dada dada
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Yada dada deeya yada dadada
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Yada dada dada dada
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I am a dream, this is real
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I am a dream, you are here
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I am a dream, you are me
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I am a dream we are free
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I am a dream, this is real
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I am a dream, you are here
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I am a dream, you are me
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I am a dream we are free
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Now can't you feel the ice caps grow
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Now can't you hear the forest laugh
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At piles of nicely packaged toothpicks all in processed warehouse rows
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Cuz the only processing we do now
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Is with one another in our homes
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With people we'll fight fuck laugh and cry with until the day we die
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Here where we share all that we've won
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Here where we grieve for what is lost
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Here where the children grow with names they chose and genders all their
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Own
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Here where we celebrate each other
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Here where you've never had a boss
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Here where we sing like restless kids with half chewed food inside our
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Mouths
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Yada dada deeya yada dadada
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Yada dada dada dada
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Yada dada deeya yada dadada
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Yada dada dada dada
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Here in the place outside the box
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There are no more borders left to cross
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From each according to ability and to each based on need
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Here in the place where dreams aren't dead
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Here in the space between our heads
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Utopian Futures
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| Kimya Dawson |
