| Blowing in the wind, I’m a flying kite
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| Wake up from the same dream every night
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| Open my eyes to find I’m falling slow
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| Taking my time I’m a broken clock
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| Sitting all day in an office block
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| Wonder if life is just a Truman Show
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| This could be real life
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| Cause sometimes it feels like
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| We’re just here to float
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| Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
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| This could be real life
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| It’s something to be alive
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| But not in control
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| Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
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| Watching paint dry on a pastel wall
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| Holding back hair in a bathroom stall
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| I know there’s gotta be, gotta be something more
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| How could it be we’ve come and gone
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| The more that I see, the less I know
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| What is the world, and what are we fighting for?
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| This could be real life
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| Cause sometimes it feels like
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| We’re just here to float
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| Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
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| This could be real life
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| It’s something to be alive
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| But not in control
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| Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
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| This could be real life
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| Cause sometimes it feels like
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| We’re just here to float
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| Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
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| This could be real life
|
| It’s something to be alive
|
| But not in control
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| Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
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| This could be real life
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| We’re just here to float
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| Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
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| This could be real life
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| It’s something to be alive
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| But not in control
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| Watch it go, watch it go |