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into my heart
the knife twists its way
tearing me apart
i made this road
with my bare hands
for money i made
run it over
break it up
for you are
an 18 whell truck
with wet paper
and dot aint weighin
cause they dont care
about the hell
i went through
so you could
get there
the knife twists its way
tearing me apart
i made this road
with my bare hands
for money i made
run it over
break it up
for you are
an 18 whell truck
with wet paper
and dot aint weighin
cause they dont care
about the hell
i went through
so you could
get there
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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and she was stranded
with nothing
i had a crown
but i fell down
on my own deads
full of gifts
for myself
she had nothing
still she left
and its sad to say
she was right
to walk away
now whats next
how do i
make it through
everythings a lie
everythigns an aliby
dreamer in my dream
we got the guns
i love you,but im..............callin out.........callin out
money over porn
money over everything
except the loving one
who gave it all away
so i could be free
this is the revolution
another brand blue song
reigning down the mountains
and tearing down the walls
money for gifts
money for giving
money out of hand
is good money
dreamer in my dream
we got the guns
i love you,but im..............callin out.........callin out
thankful for the gift
i wish i hadent whined
about the form of it
i can play with children
i can play guitar
i can run though forests
i can drive a car
to put it in simple terms
i wish i was a better man
and had the grace of worthy
boldness in this land
dreamer in my dream
we got the guns
i love you,but im..............callin out.........callin out
and now its skeletal remains
a picture in the dark
im just not responsible enough
i can see some future
beyond the truth i lie
alone in this cell of heaven
but hell is having it all
im full
im full
im full of shit
im full
im full
im full of shit
to late to give
dreamer in my dream
we got the guns
i love you,but im..............callin out.........callin out
for fear instills itself
i dont need any help
just gonna hide away
i know i will hear
the miracle of communication
bursting through the walls
and a guilt trip is on the way
im not asking anymore
for fear instills itself
i dont need any help
just gonna hide away
dreamer in my dream
we got the guns
i love you,but im..............callin out.........callin out