| Sixty dreams inside my mind today
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| Walking down the dirty pavement stray
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| Stroke of luck and being raised by the divine
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| Marcus and Maria stand too tall
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| Say that I don’t live real life at all
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| But the moon still shines in my view of the world
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| Well, four years is a long time
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| To see everything you ever wanted to do fade out of light
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| And four years shouldn’t define
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| Your sense of wonder in the world and if you’ll ever make it in time
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| Sixty dreams inside my mind today
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| Oh, I’ve made my decisions my own way
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| Now I’m living in a house that’s not my home
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| Like a star has fallen out of place
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| Left you cold and frozen in your state
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| Waste away in pity for your own lines
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| Well, four years is a long time
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| To see everything you ever wanted to do fade out of light
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| And four years shouldn’t define
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| Your sense of wonder in the world and if you’ll ever make it in time
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| I wanna be the man
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| So I can try to be big in the state that I’m in
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| I wanna hold your hand
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| So I can finally be what I know that I am
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| And we could feel the wind
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| While we float downstream in our ten-step plan
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| Turning 'round the bend
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| And we can finally see where it is that we’ll land
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| Well, four years is a long time
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| To see everything you ever wanted to do fade out of light
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| And four years shouldn’t define
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| Your sense of wonder in the world and if you’ll ever make it in time |