Nothing on smoke today
Nothing dies on the wing
Wings been losing time
An anarchy born in pain
Pain that comes and goes
It goes against all you see
You see I got gables eyes
And eisenhower blames the poor
The poor huddled on the curb
Gotta get back in shape

Were backing up a major plan
Were treading on ? ? ? ? lights
Were walking under golden sun
Were living in a planet of dreams
Were living in a planet of dreams
Were living in a planet of dreams
Were living in a planet of dreams
Were living in a planet of dreams
Were living in a planet

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