| Ascending in an elevator made of glass
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| I’m going way too fast in a cone-shaped transparent shaft
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| What could it be?
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| What could it be?
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| I don’t see, should it be me?
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| Peeiling itself as i get higher
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| Up in the air, soon at the top
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| This climbing greenhouse doesn’t seem to want to stop
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| And without dwelling mid-air
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| Toppling over, i’m beginning to stare
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| At the ground that’s getting near
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| I am gonna feel like this is more than ever real
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| When i hit the ground i’ll find that bed of mine
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| Which means i am in a dream
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| Better yet what is called real is another dream
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| Opens up the possibility to do some flying
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| I’m sort of trying
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| So i’m still inside the elevator
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| Keeping it and me afloat though somewhat strenuously
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| Now i do know that i’m in a dream
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| I’m the creator and i know what that means
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| I can peel right through this wall
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| So i begin to focus on
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| Dematerialize and reach the beyond
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| Starting to work, starting to slide
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| It’s taking too much effort, and it’s taking a while
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| I’m stuck half way through, tell me why
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| Because
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| I am in a dream, and this is more that ever real
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| When i hit the ground i’ll find that bed of mine
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| Which means;
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| I am in a dream
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| Better yet what is called real is another dream
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| Opens up the possibility to do some flying
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| I’m sort of trying
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| Got so much faith
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| In this lucid state
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| Some expectation fails me
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| (i'm so out of control, this was harder than i thought)
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| The view is great
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| And after all
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| It’s not so bad to be all flying with a lift around my weist
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| I am in a dream
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| I’m awake and pretty keen
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| To see just how far i can stretch
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| I can pull this silver chord
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| I am in a dream
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| Better yet what is called real is another dream
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| If i ever had the will to find that bed of mine |