Album: Notes From the Lost Civilization
there were people on the moon last night
probably on their way to mars
there's people under the ocean
and a hundred stories up
dreamin' about the stars
yeah, everybody's on the move
ain't nothin' we can't do
nothin' we can't buy or build
to make these dreams come true, but...
it ain't worth nothin' without love
it ain't worth nothin' without real love
these days it's a crime not to be beautiful
it's a crime not to be young
it's a crime to be different from everyone else
it's a crime not to always have fun
well, that's OK
except of course that none of it is true
the real crime
is how they have divided me from you, because...
it ain't worth nothin' without love
it ain't worth nothin' without real love
i don't know what it was
it was some kind of primitive dream
i saw all these prisoners
of counterfeit love in the world
they were finally set free
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