| If I don’t come too
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| Wake me up
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| Next winter
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| It’s hard to move
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| The slumber is a fever
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| You know I’m dazed
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| I’m laying in these lazy fields
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| Making daisy chains
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| I feel
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| It’s so surreal
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| I hope it’s real
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| And now I’ve got this feeling
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| That I’m seasoned with
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| I’ve got a reason
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| Got a feeling I should let it in
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| So I’ll breathe it in
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| I’m slipping in
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| Day dreaming (day, day dreaming, dreaming, day, day)
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| Day dreaming (day, day dreaming, dreaming, day, day)
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| Day dreaming (day, day dreaming, dreaming, day, day)
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| Another day
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| Another wage
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| Work again
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| I’ll play away
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| I’m drifting not listening
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| I’ll close my eyes
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| Use the sun as my spotlight
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| Feel the breeze upon my skin
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| As I see myself another
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| And now I’ve got this feeling
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| That I’m seasoned with
|
| I’ve got a reason
|
| Got a feeling I should let it in
|
| So I’ll breathe it in
|
| I’m slipping
|
| Day dreaming (day, day dreaming, dreaming, day, day)
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| Day dreaming (day, day dreaming, dreaming, day, day)
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| Day dreaming (day, day dreaming, dreaming, day, day)
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| Day dreaming (day, day dreaming, dreaming, day, day)
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| No need for steady feet
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| I see forever green
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| They say that it’s naive
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| But it’s what I’m doing
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| I can’t help myself
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| I’m someone else
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| When I’m day dreaming
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| If I don’t come too
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| Wake me up
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| Next winter
|
| It’s hard to move
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| The slumber it’s a fever |