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When it all began, who'd have dreamed it'd be this way

People who tell you what to do who were born in just the same way

And the place where you were born in, is the place where you learn to live

Was there a reason for dividing the land if there was tell me what it is

And what of the billions persecuted, no one is really all free

It just seems totally useless to have these prisons called countries to me

So now here we are, difference of pride

We're all just misinformed dreamers, on the shores of political tides

We're all just misinformed dreamers, on the shores of political tides

Wanting to believe, trusting in ourselves

Wanting to perceive the scars strewn on the shores, the shores of political tides

Wanting to believe, trusting in no one else

Wanting to condemn destruction done by the flow, the flowing of political pride

And why, and why...why do we call this life?

There are too many restrictions, and far too much strife

And if we can't trust ourselves, by breaking up this world

Do we deserve to die, in the wake of political tides - for someone else?

Wanting to clear the shores and waves of political tides

And why, and why...why do we call this life?

What lies behind the walls

And the sapphire colored light

Is the dream that kings and queens and rulers lose their might

And they're lost with no protection, on the sea of political lives

And they lose all direction, sinking in po