Nothing on smoke today

Nothing dies on the wing

Wing's been losing time

An anarchy born in pain

Pain that comes and goes

It goes against all you see

You see I got Gables eyes

And Eisenhower blames the poor

The poor huddled on the curb

Gotta get back in shape



We're backing up a major plan

We're treading on ???? lights

We're walking under golden sun

We're living in a Planet of Dreams

We're living in a Planet of Dreams

We're living in a Planet of Dreams

We're living in a Planet of Dreams

We're living in a Planet of Dreams

We're living in a Planet



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