| I think I’ll go to the country and I’ll never come back to reality
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| That’d be the death of me back when I was a kid
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| This ain’t what I had in mind
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| I thought fishing and climbing up trees were the norm
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| Playing cards around a table as I waited out a storm
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| When I thought about life that’s what I had in mind
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| What I had in mind
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| Til they told me I was wrong
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| They said that kind of living was just fiction
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| Stories and songs
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| So I went on living trusting in those words
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| Like a school of fish or a flock of birds
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| When I thought about life I just fell in line
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| I did all the right things, made all the right moves
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| Expensive clothes and shiny shoes
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| But every single night I couldn’t keep from crying
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| Couldn’t keep from crying
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| Cause I knew that they were wrong
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| Crying cause I’d been lying
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| To myself all along
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| Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie
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| The life that I was sold was just a lie
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| Was there wisdom in the words I heard when I was a child
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| Or is dreaming the reason living is worthwhile
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| Isn’t dreaming the reason living is worthwhile
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| Isn’t dreaming the reason living is worthwhile |