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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Matt Nathanson
Matt Nathanson
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Larry Mullen Jr.
Larry Mullen Jr.
Songwriter
Paul David Hewson
Paul David Hewson
Songwriter
David Howell Evans
David Howell Evans
Songwriter
Adam Clayton
Adam Clayton
Songwriter

Lyrics

Don't believe what you hear Don't believe what you see If you just close your eyes, you can feel the enemy When I first met you, girl, you had fire in your soul What happened to your face of melting snow? Now it looks like this And you can swallow or you can spit You can throw it up, or choke on it And you can dream, so dream out loud You know that your time is coming 'round So don't let the bastards grind you down No, nothing makes sense, nothing seems to fit Well I know you'd hit out if you only knew who to hit And I'd join the movement If there was one I could believe in Yeah, I'd break bread and wine If there was a church I could receive in 'Cause I need it now To take the cup To fill it up, to drink it slow I can't let you go And I must be an acrobat To talk like this and act like that And you can dream, so dream out loud And don't let the bastards grind you down What are we going to do now that it's all been said? No new ideas in the house, and every book has been read And I must be an acrobat To talk like this and act like that And you can dream, so dream out loud And you can find your own way out And you can build, and I can will And you can call, I can't wait until And you can stash and you can seize And in dreams begin responsibilities And I can love, yeah, I can love You know that the tide is turning 'round So don't let the bastards grind you down
Writer(s): Dave Evans, Adam Clayton, Larry Mullen, Paul David Hewson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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