Dream a dream
Of post-modern love
And believe
In all they do
Can’t you say 7, 7, 7?
Stay out of the way, honey
Out

They need papers and papers done
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Papers and papers and what’s more
There’s no walking
In the higher space
There are only circles

All the gold that wraps you is pure
But it keeps you dreaming on
And the vests and the masks
And the blinding glass
And the signs were there all along

If you only looked close enough
You could have understood
Where we were heading on to

Dream a dream
Of post-modern love
And believe
In all they do
Can’t you say 7, 7, 7, honey?
Can’t you?

Dream a dream
Of post-modern love
And believe
In all they do
Can’t you say 7, 7, 7?
Stay out of the way, honey
Out