| I’m tired of thinking about this morning
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| May as well just dream of what tomorrow brings
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| If this is your last photograph
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| Just smile, stand tall, and you could have it all
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| Color your soul, to make it whole
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| And use this day, what of it remains
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| If it’s your reality, if this is your reality
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| Let it be
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| Ten feet tall, but feeling small
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| You raise those plans
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| Take a hold with your hands
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| This photograph could be your last
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| A final prize, a moment in time
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| If it’s your reality, if this if something you can see
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| I’m tired of thinking about this morning
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| May as well just dream of what tomorrow brings
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| Ascend your soul, reach your goal
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| Blue-eyed one, hope against hope
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| Taking that fall, unwrapped it all
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| Bring it back, like the blood of the triad
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| If it’s this reality, if this is all just let it be
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| I’m tired of thinking about this morning
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| May as well just dream of what tomorrow brings
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| I’m tired of thinking about this morning
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| May as well just dream of what tomorrow brings
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| Just when you think that you could never find it
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| Just then you realize your future is all in your hands
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| One day we’ll look at this and laugh about it
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| Until then just realize the future is all in our hands
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| I’m tired of thinking about this morning
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| May as well just dream of what tomorrow brings |