Hey Now

We dream it’s over all the time,
when the world comes in
and builds a wall between us —

they win, they win,
they always win,

don’t you understand?

They won; they won —
they keep on winning.

They are the beat of the drum
and when I walk along,
I never imagined how
I could count the steps wrong,

and walk right on by your door.

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