| It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do
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| To try and keep from calling you
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| Well, can my dreams keep coming true?
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| How can they?
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| Cause when I sleep, I never dream of you
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| As if the dream of you, it sleeps too
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| But it never slips away
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| It just gains its strength and digs its hooks
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| To drag me through the day
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| And I’m caught
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| I forget all that I’ve been taught
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| I can’t keep calm, I can’t keep still
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| Pulled apart against my will
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| It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever had to prove
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| You turn to salt as I turned around to look at you
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| Old friends have said, the books I’ve read
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| Say it’s the thing to do
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| But it’s hard to see it when you’re in it
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| Cause I went blind for you
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| Then you leave my head, crawl out the bed
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| Subconscious solipsist
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| And for those hours deep in the dark
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| Perhaps you don’t exist
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| And I was thrashing on the line
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| Somewhere between
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| Desperate and divine
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| I can’t keep calm, I can’t keep still
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| Persephone will have her fill |