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one day
i will put a gun to my head
i will be of no use to you anymore
youll leave me alone
hopefully my son
will be the one
who avoids what you do
but today
you need to know
that im not like you
and i wont make you proud
of my voice
my soul
my sound
my picture
everything i am
will be for me
finally
something for me
i will put a gun to my head
i will be of no use to you anymore
youll leave me alone
hopefully my son
will be the one
who avoids what you do
but today
you need to know
that im not like you
and i wont make you proud
of my voice
my soul
my sound
my picture
everything i am
will be for me
finally
something for me
set your laughter free
dreamer in my dream
we got the guns
i love you,but im..............callin out.........callin out
dreamer in my dream
we got the guns
i love you,but im..............callin out.........callin out
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your writing is from you, for you.
you are sharing yourself with us.
thank you for that.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
threatened with goodbye
hardened inside
no tears for my eyes
holding onto life
holding onto death
spending time together
sorrounded by threats
and those trucks backfiring
it tickles my nerves
torchers my heart
telling me my wrongs
sticking me in the back
but i will run
far away from here
and so far away from you
thought i could find a way
a way to say hello
dreamer in my dream
we got the guns
i love you,but im..............callin out.........callin out
out of my car
out of everything
that youve become
thought i knew you
thought i said hello
maybe youd understand
having traveled these roads
but your not who i found
looking at me in the mirror
and i will no longer
see you in me
dreamer in my dream
we got the guns
i love you,but im..............callin out.........callin out
no more sound
ringing in my ears
full of myself
full on myself
years and years
fighting ignorance
putting me down
i have no crown
full of myself
full on myself
from nowhere i rest
with a bullet in my head
from nowhere i rest
with a bullet in my hand
dreamer in my dream
we got the guns
i love you,but im..............callin out.........callin out
dreamer in my dream
we got the guns
i love you,but im..............callin out.........callin out
afraid of this
way of life
how many more years
before i can fly away
how many times
will i think of his face
his war that he knows nothing of
how many years
dreamer in my dream
we got the guns
i love you,but im..............callin out.........callin out
just dont mean a thing
when your walking alone
just thinking
when your on a train
rolling away from home
and the only thing you need
is the loving arms of your dream
the sadness sets in
and the memories remain
still searching inside
for something to erase the pain
someone to hold you again
someone to make it alright
because losing your home
is the worst thing to feel
dreamer in my dream
we got the guns
i love you,but im..............callin out.........callin out