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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=61612" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dreams Of Our Fathers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, Im choking, Im choking<br>On the smoke from this burning house<br>I claw and I scrape<br>But I cant seem to get out<br>But who then, who is this<br>Thats scratching from the ground<br>Oh, its my world, too<br>But whose gold is this Im digging out? <br>When we go, where we go<br>When were dead<br>Is the verdict still out? <br>Do we get into line<br>To line up with those long dead now? <br>With the muffled tears of sorrow<br>Bones underground<br>Is this time our time? <br>Yes, it is<br>Without or with this shadow of doubt<br>I dont want to wake up<br>Lost in the dreams of our fathers<br>Oh, its such a waste child<br>To live and die for the dreams of our fathers<br>Though I must confess, yes<br>My view is a wonder about this<br>This love I possess, love<br>Must be the dreams of our fathers<br>I wanna go, I wanna run<br>We turn, so sure someones looking down<br>Its haunting me, haunting me<br>Leaves us here to get out<br>Though I dont believe, I dont believe<br>This flavor in my mouth<br>Is from my tongue alone<br>So bitter I wanna spit it out<br>I repeat these words<br>They come out<br>Under the blue light in the sky<br>My empty pages are filling up<br>With these wicked lies<br>But I hear deep in myself<br>An echo, an echo<br>Of empty, empty emptiness<br>Comes up and swells inside<br>I dont want to wake up<br>Lost in the dreams of our fathers<br>Oh, its such a waste child<br>To live and die for the dreams of our fathers<br>Though I must confess, yes<br>My view is a wonder about this<br>This love I possess, love<br>It must be the dreams of our fathers<br>Rain on my head<br>Rain on my head<br>Rain on me<br>And then give me air<br>Rain on my love<br>Again and again<br>Why cant I dream you away from me? <br>Look here, look here<br>Bloated, floating<br>Go belly down<br>Belly up in the water<br>But who is this here thats drowned? <br>We followed a drunken man<br>He got us all spinning round<br>But its like he swallowed himself<br>And didnt leave us a way out<br>I dont want to wake up<br>Lost in the dreams of our fathers<br>Oh, its such a shame child<br>To live and die for the dreams of our fathers<br>Though I must confess, yes<br>My view is a wonder about this<br>This love I possess, love<br>It must be the dreams of our fathers<br>This love I possess, love<br>It must be the dreams of our fathers<br>This love I possess, love<br>It must be the dreams of our fathers<br>This love I possess, love<br>It must be the love of our fathers<br>The dreams<br>The dreams<br>The dreams<br>This love I possess love</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Dave Matthews Band - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
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On the smoke from this burning house
I claw and I scrape
But I cant seem to get out
But who then, who is this
Thats scratching from the ground
Oh, its my world, too
But whose gold is this Im digging out? 
When we go, whe..."></div>
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