Utopian Futures chords by Kimya Dawson
Guitar chords with lyrics
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Somewhere the bombing all has stopped
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And people begin to sit and talk
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And somewhere insomniatic stockbrokers can rest their bloodshot eyes
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Cuz there's nothing left to buy or sell
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Or kill or die for anymore
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We're living for eternal moments that we've searched all of our lives
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There's nobody living by the clock
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And every door is left unlocked
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Cuz property died all alone and capitalism lost it's home
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There's plenty of fresh air here in town
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The plants are all growing on the cars
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And all of the streets are used for dancing and at night you see all the
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stars C Yada dada deeya yada dada da G x2 Yada dada da da da da duh ------------------ Pretty much the same format for the rest of the song --------------- We're searching for something that was lost And centuries all have covered up We're flailing to find the smallest fragments of our liberated lives And every tiny piece that we may find We pick up and glue together Collectively working for our utopian futures to collide In snuggly beds and midnight talks And wandering bike rides and wayward walks Making up all of our own music art myth food and news Its happening everywhere we go Collective bookstores and basement shows Sharing a song that we all know or making up new ones as we go C Yada dada deeya yada dada da G x2 Yada dada da da da da duh I am a dream, this is real I am a dream, you are here I am a dream, you are me I am a dream we are free I am a dream, this is real I am a dream, you are here I am a dream, you are me I am a dream we are free Now can't you feel the ice caps grow Now can't you hear the forest laugh At piles of nicely packaged toothpicks all in processed warehouse rows Cuz the only processing we do now Is with one another in our homes With people we'll fight fuck laugh and cry with until the day we die Here where we share all that we've won Here where we grieve for what is lost Here where the children grow with names they chose and genders all their own Here where we celebrate each other Here where you've never had a boss Here where we sing like restless kids with half chewed food inside our mouths C Yada dada deeya yada dada da G x2 Yada dada da da da da duh Here in the place outside the box There are no more borders left to cross From each according to ability and to each based on need Here in the place where dreams aren't dead