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Dreams Of Our Fathers
I’m choking I’m choking
On the smoke from this burning house
I claw and I scrape
But I can’t seem to get out oh
But who the who is this
That’s scratching from the ground
It’s my world too
But who’s gold is this I’m digging out
When we go where we go
When we’re dead
Is the verdict still out
Do we get into line
To line up with those long dead now
With muffled tears of sorrow
For bones underground
This is our time yes it is
Without or with this shadow of doubt
Don’t want to wake up
Lost in the dreams of our fathers
It’s such a waste child
To live and die for the dreams of our fathers
Though I must confess yes
My dreams are a wonder about this
This love I possess love
Must be the dreams of our fathers
I wanna go I wanna run
We turn and so sure someone’s looking down
It’s haunting me haunting me
Leaves us here to get out
Though I don’t believe I don’t believe
This flavor in my mouth
Is from my tongue alone
So bitter I wanna spit it out
I repeat these words
They come out
Under the blue light in this sky
My empty pages are filling up
With these wicked lies
But I hear deep in myself
An echo and echo
Of empty empty emptiness
Comes up and swells inside
I don’t want to wake up
Lost in the dreams of our fathers
It’s such a waste child
To live and die for the dreams of our fathers
Though I must confess yes
My views are a wonder about this
This love I possess love
It must be the dreams of our fathers
Rain on my head
Rain on my head
Rain on me
Can give this up
Rain on my life
Again and again
Why can’t I dream this away from me
Look at you look at you find new
Bloated floating
Go belly down
Belly up in the water
But who is this here that drowned
We followed a drunken man
Got us spinning round
But it’s like he swallowed himself
And didn’t leave us a way out
I don’t want to wake up
Lost in the dreams of our fathers
It’s such a shame child
To live and die for the dreams of our fathers
Though I must confess yes
My view is a wonder about this
This love I possess love
It must be the dreams of our fathers
This love I posses love
It must be the dreams of our fathers
This love I posses love
It must be the dreams of our fathers
This love I posses love
It must be the love of our fathers
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