| I am still, without devotion
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| Cause we’re all asleep at the wheel
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| Asleep and so surrounded by
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| What we feel
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| A bad dream
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| On a rope and pulled through an ocean
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| With my heart, I’m lost out at sea
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| And every kind of thought screams misery
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| So lonely
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| I’m a Johnny-come-lately
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| But I will not give up
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| And the words they escape me
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| But I’m full of dumb luck
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| And the world is an oyster
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| With a poisonous shell
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| And the look in my eye
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| Is a look that can kill
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| I am not (dream a bit) without emotion
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| I have ran from the pain of my will
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| From the mess of a hunt and the catch, and the thrill
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| And I’m ill
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| I am known (dream a bit) in the circles of envy
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| I’d thank God, but then what is he for?
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| 'Cause I left a few hard calls at his front door
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| I’ll leave more (dream a bit)
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| I’m a Johnny-come-lately
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| But I will not give up (Dream a bit)
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| And the words they escape me
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| But I’m full of dumb luck (Dream a bit)
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| And the world is an oyster
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| With a poisonous shell
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| And the look in my eye
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| Is a look that can kill
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| Don’t you go
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| Come a little bit closer now
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| If you like
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| When you die
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| Make your soul
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| To a little light fire now
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| If you like
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| When you die
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| Speak to me
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| Cry a river and make believe
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| If you like
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| When you die
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| Clasp your hands
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| Do whatever your heart commands
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| You will find
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| When you die
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| You are mine |