| Why do I daydream, why do I get my hopes up at all?
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| I’ve been living this Walter Mitty life for too long
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| Somebody save me, I’m a prisoner of my own fear
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| Sometimes fantasy is the only thought I can bear
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| My mind is a dream-filled balloon, dripping dreams into my shoes
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| And I’m too afraid to move to face the real world
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| And when I fall, I fall down hard, when will I ever learn?
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| Don’t take your dreams to heart, you’ll only wind up getting burned
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| Well, maybe I’m lazy but circumstances always knock me down
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| So I’ll just lie here, never get up off the ground
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| But maybe it’s crazy to sit and think of all the things I wanna do
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| What’s the use in dreaming when dreams never come true?
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| And when I fall, I fall down hard
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| When will I ever learn?
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| Don’t take your dreams to heart
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| You’ll only wind up getting burned
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| Why do I daydream?
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| Why do I daydream?
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| Why do I bother?
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| Why?
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| Time to get up off your ass
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| Pull your head out, take a chance
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| Grab whatever you can grab
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| There’s no such thing
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| Why do I daydream?
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| Why do I daydream?
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| Why do I bother?
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| Why?
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| Time to get up off your ass
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| Pull your head out, take a chance
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| Grab whatever you can grab
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| There’s no such thing
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| Time to get up off your ass
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| Pull your head out, take a chance
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| Grab whatever you can grab
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| There’s no such thing
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| Time to get up off your ass
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| Pull your head out, take a chance
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| Grab whatever you can grab
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| There’s no such thing
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| No such thing |