I saw a girl with my own eyes I cried out, I feared for my life She turned into my mother then They call it a dream In the pursuit of happiness Not asking for perpetual bliss Some peace and quiet would do fine They call it a dream Tell me the meaning, what do you control Is there anything at all? We feed our hunger, clothe our cold We're just idealistic animals He took a wife, a wife for life But he still feels dissatisfied He took a lover on the side He had to hurt you A bonfire in your yard tonight The flames are green and burning bright An axe inside the chair you like She had to hurt you Tell me the meaning, what do you control Is there anything at all? We feed our hunger, clothe our cold We're just idealistic animals We like to feel like we are free We make up something to believe Not that it has to be the truth Maybe now and then This is a struggle to survive The struggle lived of equal die There's no such thing as paradise Maybe now and then Tell me the meaning, what do you control Is there anything at all? We feed our hunger, clothe our cold We're just idealistic animals
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