Looking out my window staring At the things that I can't see If I listen closely, I can hear, I can hear, I can hear a dying dream
I'm wrapped up in the warmth Of an unforgiving mind I'm on vacation in another time
And we can thank the TV We can thank the men of old For this legacy of hate Somehow, somehow they have sold
I'm wrapped up in the warmth Of an unforgiving game I'm on vacation in the land of shame
When the pigs are flying And it's freezing cold in hell Maybe we'll forgive the children, baby Only time can tell:yeah, yeah
If I listen closely I can hear, I can hear, I can hear a dying dream I am on vacation in the land of shame
We'll be alone together In a world we call our own We'll be alone together In a place that doesn't feel like home:yeah, yeah
I can hear, I can hear, I can hear a dying dream Dying dream Dying dream Dying dream
We'll be alone together In a world we call our own We'll be alone together In a place that doesn't feel like home We'll be alone together Yeah a world we call our own We'll be alone together In a place that doesn't feel like home We'll be alone together Yeah, we'll leave this land of shame
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