| Someone shake me, wake me up, tell me I’ve been dreaming
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| Tell me what’s the meaning of these things that I keep seeing
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| 'Cause I’m starting to get tired of spinning in a spiral
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| Held under the pressure like a Gravitron
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| So someone listen close and help me analyze this feeling
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| I don’t see in color and white noise is all I’m hearing
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| Yeah, the doctor gave me pills and my momma’s saying prayers for me
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| But nothing’s working at all
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| I don’t want to just fit in with the rest of them
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| I’ve got too much on my mind to be wasting any time
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| Pretending to fit in with the rest of them
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| I’d rather be original material
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| When I was a child I had fire in my belly
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| And love was all I needed to keep that fire steady
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| Oh, I use to be a dreamer, hoper and believer
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| Now I need a natural phenomenon
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| To prove my intuition isn’t wrong
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| I don’t want to just fit in with the rest of them
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| I’ve got too much on my mind to be wasting any time
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| Pretending to fit in with the rest of them
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| I’d rather be original material
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| Yeah, I know myself too well
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| It’s all a show and tell
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| Why can’t you be yourself, man?
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| Why can’t you be yourself?
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| I don’t want to just fit in with the rest of them
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| I’ve got too much on my mind to be wasting any time
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| Pretending to fit in with the rest of them
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| I’d rather be original material
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| For once |