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She turns her head to me and says
“I’m not happy in this place.”
I say “we’ll sell off all our things,
We won’t need much anyway,
Where we’ll be going.”
She says “money doesn’t grow on trees,
But when we live off the land, it’ll be obsolete.”
I say “maybe we’re too naive.”
Cos all I’ve got are my dreams
To keep me going on the way
And I know where I want to go.
Cos all I’ve got are my dreams
To keep me going on the way
And I know where I want to go;
I want to take you there.
She says that we’ve got bills to pay.
I say “they like to keep us that way.”
She’ll tell me what she hates about the system
That we’re living in.
Okay well **** it let’s get out of here.
She says “money doesn’t grow on trees,
But when we live off the land, it’ll be obsolete.”
I say “maybe we’re too naive.”
I say I’d rather try and fail than nothing at all,
Cos they want you to feel like they’re all that you’ve got.
She says “**** that lot.”
Cos all I’ve got are my dreams
To keep me going on the way
And I know where I want to go.
Cos all I’ve got are my dreams
To keep me going on the way
And I know where I want to go;
I want to take you there.
All I’ve got are my dreams;
I want to take you there.