I was walkin to the corner drug store
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and what should I happen to see
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there were picket lines
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and the people were a shoutin'
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"Down with democracy"
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as I strolled on by someone grabbed my arm and said
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"buddy where do you stand"?
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I said "I stand wherever I choose my friend
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and you best let go of my hand"
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as I walked away on a sunny day, I swear IA heard him scream
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"you know you're leanin' on my dream"
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"Hey man you're leanin on my dream"
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Got home and turned on the tv set
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and sat me down to eat
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and a man came on
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talkin' bout the coppers
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they were blockin' off another street
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Seems some folks was raisin' cain
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and a riot had broke out
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and they flashed the camera on the guy who had stopped me
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I watched him runnin' about
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as the cops were draggin him away
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I heard on of 'em scream
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"you know you're leanin' on my dream"
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"these kids are leanin' on my dream"
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oh yeah
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well I got up and turned off the tv set
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and to tell you I was feelin' mean
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an I thought a while
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tryin to make some sense
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out of everything that I have seen
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I was addin' the score when there's a knock on the door
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was a letter addressed to me
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It read "greetings from the president, united states"
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I fell down on my knees
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The next day I was on the picket line
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and Lord you should have heard me scream
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"you know you're leanin' on my dream"
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"hey man you're leanin' on my dream"
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Leaning On My Dream
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Bob Seger System |