| I’m carrying on
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| I don’t know why I’m carrying on
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| Don’t get me wrong
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| I’ve still got my dreams to build upon
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| It’s just you’ve got your agenda and I’ve got mine
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| So why should I surrender, when you’re just spinning me a line
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| I’m tripping out
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| Strange to say I’m tripping out
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| Yet it all makes perfect sense
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| Though once or twice I’ve had my doubts
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| 'Cause I’ve lost all sense of being
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| And I’ve lost all sense of time
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| But worst of all I’ve lost what was never really mine
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| Once we reached for the stars
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| On a wing and a prayer and a stolen guitar
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| Summer nights piggin' out
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| On pie in the sky
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| We were in with s shout
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| But it all disappeared in a blink of an eye
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| So no one waved goodbye
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| No one waved goodbye
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| I’m running scared
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| I don’t know why I’m running scared
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| A sudden sense of something nauseous in the air
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| Yet I know the answer hides
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| In the corners of my mind
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| So I drift and sift about
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| Just to see what I can find
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| Once we reached for the stars
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| On a wing and a prayer and a stolen guitar
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| Summer nights piggin' out
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| On a pie in the sky
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| We were in with a shout
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| But it all disappeared in a blink of an eye
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| So no one waved goodbye
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| No one waved goodbye |