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Finger Eleven Living In A Dream

look around I can't believe the fantasy is gone like a memory Out of my reach, fading out from me You're fading out from me, yeah I've been living in a dream

And look around I can't believe The fantasy is gone like a memory Out of my reach Fading out from me You're fading out from me I've been living in a dream

And look around I can't believe The fantasy is gone like a memory Out of my reach Fading out from me You're fading out from me I've been living in a dream

take a gang hop and turn it to a national dance Givin the fans a glance of a rider saggin his pants with my rag on my cane standin in a penguin stance

with stress and strife But it's good to have turn to be a king for a day Or for a week, or for a year, or for a year and a day Come what may I'm fishing

reign as the worlds biggest gluttons War propaganda plagues our country American perception is not reality Our leaders have a war mentality We're living in a

with stress and strife But it's good to have turn to be a king for a day Or for a week, or for a year, or for a year and a day Come what may I'm fishing

reign as the worlds biggest gluttons War propaganda plagues our country American perception is not reality Our leaders have a war mentality We?re living in a

peeps in Queens) Yeah, ohh shit, yo, it's a bird (Nah I thought that shit was a fuckin plane dude) Nah nah nah, it's Soop, Soop, Soop-a-man [It's on!]