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Waiting, 
For someone that's never there
Looking
Thru imaginary air
Hoping
But nobody really cares
Talking 
To friends who never dared 
To pay your fare.
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Dreaming
But your dreams have seemed to morph into nightmares
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Little man, how big are your dreams?
Big man, your so much smaller than you think.
The eleventh hour is raining down on you it seems
And at the end of the day, we all get paid the same.
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Your picture's on a milk carton that no one's drinking from.
Your brain is full of sound bites
Eight seconds long
They were walking far beneath you or so you thought
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Wake up 
So you can tell yourself to go back to sleep
Drinking tap water from Detroit 
Telling everyone Just what you think, you are
You don't dare disappoint
By telling them the truth
About the laissez faire
That you've created upon the broken man's back 
You've redacted his truth
By telling him your facts
Yet you're alone
Convincing them to kick down the door
Of the dreamer's home
For thinking thoughts you never authorized
You punish men for looking in your eyes
For you know amidst that nothingness nothing can hide the lies
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So I say
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Let the dreamers dream
Let the little children laugh and sing
Let men reach for the promises
Of the Kingdom's King 
Let truth resound and let their freedom ring
Let dancers dance let poets rhyme and let the singers sing 
And maybe then someday again
We all will learn to breathe and we'll be free
Oh little man just how big are your dreams?

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