Life’s greatest joy is harmony through symmetry,
great epiphanies in every brain and doorway.
Somehow we’ll stay warm and have plenty,
even if life gets us down, even if the pockets be empty,
we’ll hold on for this New American Century.
Smile big and wide, come chill with me,
all we can ask for is our daydream nation,
and that’s what we get, from station to station,
believing in lines in place of liberty;
somehow now we’re a product of our accessories
because we got lost in the tunnels, with bombs in our hearts,
never stopping to wish for the old glow of sparks.
But,
one thing we do know:
this dream is forever ours, and it is ours to save,
only in the land of the somewhat free,
home of the sunny day brave.
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