We have a dream (ooooh)
We dream of having fun for more than painted fences
We have a dream
A dream where all the lines were drawn and the past ends
We have a dream
We dream of having fun for more than painted fences
We have a dream
We have a dream where all the lines are drawn and the past ends
I look around in this enormous city once upon a time on fire at war
(Looking at it from the white in your eye you don't realize it still is raging on)
People in a hurry, race right by me to fast to really understand
(Too far removed from the truth, the white blues are playing black jack)
Tell me, what do I look like?
(Does it matter what I look like?)
We don't have to stick our worries deep we sit and wait while we should sleep and
Chorus: We have a dream. A dream of having fun for more than painted fences... etc
Uh, uh yeah. (Instrumental)
The kumbiyas are getting shot to pieces
And I ain't never had to overcome
Mmm, pretty baby had pain for wake up, in the bed, not in the back over bend
I know whatver happened to me
I am what I choose to become.
You got a choice you got a bright future, but you ain't got a clue what's going on.
What is the difference? What if there wasn't any difference?
Otherwise we get shot, we sow our seeds, we all get cut and we all bleed.
I ask you,
What do I look like? Does it matter what I look like?
You know all the mistakes, you've been asleep, you never ever been cut deep
We have a dream
We dream of having fun for more than painted fences
We have a dream
A dream where all the lines were drawn and the past ends
I know it seems, it's seems that dreamers never been so far away now
Still we still keep dreaming.
A dream where all the lines were drawn and the past ends
We have a dream...
We dream of having fun for more than painted fences
We have a dream
A dream where all the lines were drawn and the past ends
We have a dream
We dream of having fun for more than painted fences
We have a dream
We have a dream where all the lines are drawn and the past ends
I look around in this enormous city once upon a time on fire at war
(Looking at it from the white in your eye you don't realize it still is raging on)
People in a hurry, race right by me to fast to really understand
(Too far removed from the truth, the white blues are playing black jack)
Tell me, what do I look like?
(Does it matter what I look like?)
We don't have to stick our worries deep we sit and wait while we should sleep and
Chorus: We have a dream. A dream of having fun for more than painted fences... etc
Uh, uh yeah. (Instrumental)
The kumbiyas are getting shot to pieces
And I ain't never had to overcome
Mmm, pretty baby had pain for wake up, in the bed, not in the back over bend
I know whatver happened to me
I am what I choose to become.
You got a choice you got a bright future, but you ain't got a clue what's going on.
What is the difference? What if there wasn't any difference?
Otherwise we get shot, we sow our seeds, we all get cut and we all bleed.
I ask you,
What do I look like? Does it matter what I look like?
You know all the mistakes, you've been asleep, you never ever been cut deep
We have a dream
We dream of having fun for more than painted fences
We have a dream
A dream where all the lines were drawn and the past ends
I know it seems, it's seems that dreamers never been so far away now
Still we still keep dreaming.
A dream where all the lines were drawn and the past ends
We have a dream...
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