| Clinically he was dead
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| But the motor inside his head was still working
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| So they plugged him into a machine
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| And let his brain dream
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| But people cannot tell you
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| There’s no way around it People cannot tell you
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| There’s no life without that
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| And it’s another prank call
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| In the middle of the night
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| And it’s a silver white moon
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| And it still shines bright
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| And it’s another prank call
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| Why don’t you put up a fight
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| And dream on Dream on Dream on Clinically I was dead
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| But the modem inside my head was still working
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| So they put me into a machine
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| And let my brain dream
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| So people cannot tell you
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| There’s no way around it And people cannot tell you
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| That there’s no life without that
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| And it’s another prank call
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| In the middle of the night
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| And it’s a silver white moon
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| And it still shines bright
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| And it’s another prank call
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| Why don’t you put up a fight
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| And dream on Dream on Dream on |