Paint a moustache on the Mona Lisa
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Ride a Harley through the heart of danger
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Pick up a pen and fight a war for the right to dream
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I was seventeen
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Give up my house, sleep for nights on concrete
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Meditate with all the bums on Vine Street
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No more running, no more hiding in the house of the dead
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I think I¡¯ll grow some dreads
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I believe in the sanctity of dreams
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No more running from these masqueraders
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I believe that society will never dream like me
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I dream of loving, of the empty graveyard
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I dream of Vegas and the transcendental wildcard
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A place where noone waits to die before they go into the light
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And just the blind have sight
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I follow nothing but the compass of my instinct
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No matter where it leads, I know it will take me to the brink
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And leave me there by myself and all alone with my dreams
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Can you hear my scream?
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I believe in the sanctity of dreams
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No more running from these masqueraders
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I believe that society will never dream like me
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Never dream like me
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Society will never dream like me
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Never dream like me
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Ooh ooh ooh
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I believe in the sanctity of dreams
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No more running from these masqueraders
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I believe that society will never dream like me
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Oh-oh
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I believe in the sanctity of dreams
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No more running from these masqueraders
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I believe that society will never dream like me
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Never dream like me
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Society
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Society will never dream like me
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Society
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Society
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Society will never dream like me
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The Sanctity of Dreams
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