| When I go to sleep
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| I close my eyes, but I open a nest
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| Can’t fall asleep
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| Those nasty beasts won’t give me no rest
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| Clock wear, suitcase in the dark
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| Shipwreck, sun flecks skin is passed
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| Rolling in and rising up
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| Freeze time, it’s getting late
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| I’ll freeze time, I cannot wait
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| I feel whiplash blur
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| Lift up your dreams to the stars above
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| This is what she feels like
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| Freeze time
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| When I go to sleep
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| I close my eyes, but I’m turning red
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| I cannot sleep
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| Tsunami insecurity
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| It’s the good stuff, the bad stuff all collide
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| Frustration, creation, gotta survive
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| Rolling in and rising up
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| I’ll freeze time, it’s getting late
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| Freeze time, I cannot wait
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| I feel whiplash blur
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| Lift up your dreams to the stars above
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| ('Cause this is what she sounds like)
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| Freeze time
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| And this is what she feels like
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| Yeah
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| I’ll freeze time, it’s getting late
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| I’ll freeze time, I cannot wait
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| I feel whiplash blur
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| Lift up your soul to the stars above
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| ('Cause this is what she feels like)
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| This is what she feels like
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| 'Cause this is what she sounds like
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| Freeze time
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| Freeze time |