Here comes another heartbeat,
beating like a drum,
falling down a stairway to hell.
I know that sounds familiar.
We've heard it all before.
See I, I got nothing up my sleeves.
But you got dreams
of taking someone else's
dreams away.
I've seen my share of trouble.
I'm sick of playing the blues
and rebels taking over without a clue.
They got dreams
of taking someone else's
dreams away.
But we got dreams.
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