Two men with empty pockets put lipstick on a little girl
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and another dream goes by
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they make her ride the rockets
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that fall into a sea of pearl
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and another dream goes by
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power stealing through
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fading out of view
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our cruel inventions
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the beat generation all got on the morning train
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and another dream goes by
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they left me at the station
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breathing dust from hopeless rain
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and another dream goes by
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un-invent the wheel of endless greed
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let conscience run like a river like a dreamer
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a world of elevators with music like magazines
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and another dream goes by
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magnetic separators divided by a wall of screens
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and another dream goes by
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Cruel Inventions
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Sam Phillips |