So we were down in Brazil and, man, that place is wild
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We were in Rio de Janeiro, and uh, we had this, this sort of, uh,
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security-guard type guy and he was supposed to take us around
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I said «Hey, could, you know, could you take us to the, the favelas and show us
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the prostitution, and the drug deals, and the night fights, and the you know,
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the street life of your town?»
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And he said «Sure.» |
So we, we pull up to this hooker and she’s wearing some
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kind of a, a bright green miniskirt, and it turns out it’s a transsexual
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And he says «Get over here!» |
And she comes over and she thinks she’s busted,
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but she’s not busted. |
Naw, she’s not busted, he just wanted to smack her on
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the ass a few times and say, «Hey, what’s up, girl?»
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Get out of bed and I clear up my head and
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I don’t want to go but I do it instead
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We are dreams within a dream
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Get into bed and I turn off my head
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And I started to float, was it something she said?
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We’re all dreams within a dream
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So I remember we got our driver’s license, and my friend Hillel had this little
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Datsun painted green, and…
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Hollywood would get so crazy in the winter. |
The rains would come and the hills
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would just kind of melt down into the city lights
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And, well, you know, we’d smoke weed and we’d go up in the hills,
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and we’d listen to progressive rock music, and just kind of trip out and…
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Well, we would dream, you know. |
We would dream, and we would talk about what
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we wanted to do, and we would talk about girls and music. |
And, you know,
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Hillel wanted to be a rock star, and I didn’t even know what that was.
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I was like, «Whatever you want to do, man, I’m coming with you,
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I’m right with you my friend.»
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Get out of bed and I clear up my head and
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I don’t want to go but I do it instead
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We are dreams within a dream
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Get into bed and I turn off my head
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And I started to float, was it something she said?
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We’re all dreams within a dream
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Why in the world would you want it to be?
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Why would you want to take it so, so literally?
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All these things that come down from the sky, raining upon your head,
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make you stop and wonder why, ah!
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Can’t they just spell it out, make it clear, make it easy to read for the
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simple man like me? |
I don’t think so
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I reach out to my family and I say, «It's not about religion and the God
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sitting in a chair in the sky with a punishing hand, no, it’s about heaven in
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your heart.»
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Now when can we start?
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I wanna choose love instead of fear, won’t you come right now, over here,
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and be a part of my, ah…
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Let me make it easier this time, I love you |