| Waking together, you lifted your head
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| How would it feel if we laid back forever?
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| Travel the world from the bed where we lie
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| Floating above like the ash from a fire
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| Doesn’t it seem like we’ve been here before?
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| Over an ocean the heavens will open
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| Nothing lives up to the visions we see
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| Everything’s clear when you step through the mirror
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| Carried away to the fog in the distance
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| Breaking through the Glass
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| Waking up at last
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| Are you still there?
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| Face up to the facts
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| The gasses that we share:
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| Hot balloons of open air
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| Step out of rhythm and fall into place
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| Try not to think of the hours I wasted
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| Open the shutters, now how can it be?
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| When did this picture become so unreal?
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| Moving along on an endless supply
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| Somehow I feel like the only survivor
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| Try to remember the moment we spent lost in the rain as we floated together
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| Carried away by the dream that we’re sharing
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| Breaking through the Glass
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| Waking up at last
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| Are you still there?
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| Face up to the facts
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| The gasses that we share:
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| Hot balloons of open air
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| What does it matter, the world will still spin
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| Another day ends, and the end will begin again
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| Dancing in circles, and clapping out time
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| Telling the truth and forgetting the lies
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| Waking together, you lifted your head
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| How would it feel if we laid back forever?
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| Travel the world from the bed where we lie
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| Floating above like the ash from a fire
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| Pyre, pyre, pyre |