All the world feels sorry For the dreamer in your head.
With white lies and alibis and All the world is terrified,
Yeah all the world is worried That the dreamer might be dead.
If today knows no justice, better off staying mal-adjusted.
Sing to me a melody, for the ones that will never win.
Songs of dreamers, in between us, the ones that will never fit in.
If today we don't belong, Let us sing tomorrow's song.
Back before the war began, You and I were children then,
We took our dreams and turned 'em in And traded them for guns.
Everyday becomes a crisis, left to our own devices.
Traded in our dreams to fight these wars that can't be won.
If war is our only song, I refuse to sing along.
Sing to me a melody, for the ones that will never win.
Songs of dreamers, in between us, the ones that will never fit in.
Since today we don't belong, Let us sing tomorrow's song."
Songs of dreamers, in between us, the ones that will never fit in.
Since today we don't belong, Let us sing tomorrow's song."
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