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[don't] Sober up humanity

If there were no illusions                     no mistakes in judgement                     no dreams, there would be no dreams I let it flow, now let it go Reason's your delusion Now you're just losing I'm happy now; I lie to myself. The beer is sour and the cross is on a shelf. Freedom is impossible, it'll always be Getting out of your mind and world, now that's free And ya strive and ya die and ya fight til the end That's what life's about getting as close to freedom as you can when we do, we'll be gone, but it's worth the end Don't sober up, humanity, it's worth your stupid epiphany, to dream like there's a reason to dream. Dream when there's no reason to dream.
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aj-enemie
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Jun 2, 2011
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