Smooth stones washed over by high tide
Cool breeze, so clear so bright
My world doesn't need your goldmines
To be rich beyond your wildest dreams
For dragonflies and pidgeons it's a wide sky
Satisfied unlike you and I
We can live in peace and paradise
But we destroy what gave us life
Motorcars and such fine toys
Chase your desires, lose yourself
All us queens and kings need weapons
To prevent the wake from our dreadful dreams
All us queens and kings need weapons
To prevent the wake from our dreadful dreams
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