Nothing on smoke todaynothing dies on the wingwing’s been losing timean anarchy born in painpain that comes and goesit goes against all you seeyou see I got gables eyesand eisenhower blames the poorthe poor huddled on the curbgotta get back in shapewe’re backing up a major planwe’re treading on? ?? ? Lightswe’re walking under golden sunwe’re living in a planet of dreamswe’re living in a planet of dreamswe’re living in a planet of dreamswe’re living in a planet of dreamswe’re living in a planet of dreamswe’re living in a planet(5 more times)Do do do do
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Planet Of Dreams Lyrics