| You lie in your bed like a submarine
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| With an open window letting the water in A voice in a choir
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| A flicker of a fluorescent tube
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| An injured bird around the room
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| That was caught in the wire
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| So don’t you go playing tough
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| I know this game and I had enough
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| So lets keep this clear
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| Free from all those little schemes
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| A little bit more like… dreams
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| Oh it’s right in front of you
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| The longest road for you to walk through
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| If this is the place to strart
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| Then go, follow your heart
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| You’re famous for your dancing feet
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| But you’re tap dancing on wet concrete
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| Hey Fred, cool it down
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| You’re pointing cameras at hurricanes
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| Like you could stop them, lock them in frames
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| A scream with no sound
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| So don’t you go and be the best
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| There’s no one running, this ain’t a test
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| It’s you and me here
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| This is like nothing you’ve seen
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| Like a nightmare, like a dream
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| Oh it’s right in front of you
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| The longest road for you to walk through
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| If this is the place to strart
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| Then go, go, follow your heart
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| Follow your heart
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| Follow your heart |