| Lately I’ve had this dream,
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| where I’m walking through the street
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| past the places where we’d meet,
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| but when I looked down at my feet,
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| there’s nothing there,
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| there’s nothing there
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| and as I’m falling through the air,
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| I’m hanging on
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| by a strand of your hair
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| I guess that it’s fair,
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| I guess that it’s fair.
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| 'Cause ready or not,
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| my old friends work jobs.
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| My new ones take drugs,
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| but they’re all that I’ve got.
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| They fill me with love,
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| believe it or not.
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| We all feel lost.
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| This all happened so fast,
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| it’s like I want to crash.
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| Lately I can’t even think.
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| I like to drink until I can’t speak,
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| like a ship that’s meant to sink.
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| I like the feeling of the sea,
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| as it’s crashing under me.
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| I try to swim until I can’t breath.
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| 'Cause ready or not,
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| my old friends work jobs.
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| My new ones take drugs,
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| but they’re all that I’ve got.
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| They fill me with love,
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| believe it or not.
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| We all feel lost.
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| This all happened so fast,
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| it’s like I want to crash. |