The sun came up Exposed the cloud the city put up Gray mountains lost Gray skies covered them up So what if we can make a million cars in one day? Or a million bombs to blow ourselves up? Should we call this free? The answers obvious Decisions made for and against us The sun came up behind the trees on the city It looked so ugly to me A million people, a million dreams, but not a word spoken it seems Ill be a friend to you, be a friend to me The bosses learned to fool the slaves into 8 hour days But do we need them or do they need us? Seems like we dwell on these useless things, lifestyles of wealth, pursuit of money Competition says to beat each other down for personal gain Sorry I didnt call last night Ive got a lot of nothing taking all my time Motivation sometimes sinks deep in these couch cushions Sometimes sleep is my best friend And it hurt me when my friends transformed into my parents They dont call here anymore So it all comes down to this, turn 18, find life employment Shut your mouth, cover your eyes I think we deserve a bit more than this Do you think you really run your life? And when all the skies turn gray and the earth rejects this mess weve made When all the cities fall to the sea When every person has the means to build their life, follow their dreams And not be worked into the grave When all the governments and multi million dollar corporations Have been torn down by common men When it all falls down You and I sitting on the mountainside, staring at the sun Staring at the sun
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