| Ain’t it strange how our minds keep us going?
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| We all fit inside a world that keeps on turning.
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| But is it what we think it is?
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| Or is it something word apart?
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| Do you feel like this place is just too peculiar?
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| Can’t be that the only thing we have is unfamiliar?
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| But we won’t see cracks in a surface
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| Unless we’re high above it all (above it all)
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| I think I’m lost inside this daydream
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| I think I’m lost inside this daydream
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| I think I’m lost inside this daydream
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| I think I’m lost inside this daydream
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| When I fell on me
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| I can’t stop myself from overthinking, why?
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| I don’t know why, I don’t know why?
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| When I feel it on me
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| I keep overthinking it I don’t know why.
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| Even though I try.
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| You know I like the smell of rain in the morning
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| You know I like the look of roses as they’re blooming
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| But I just can’t seem to get myself outside of this
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| Daydream, lonely word.
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| oooohhhhoooo
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| I think I’m lost inside this daydream
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| I think I’m lost inside this daydream
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| I think I’m lost inside this daydream
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| I think I’m lost inside this daydream
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| I think I’m lost inside this daydream
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| I think I’m lost inside this daydream
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| I think I’m lost inside this daydream
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| I think I’m lost inside this daydream
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| You know I like the smell of rain in the morning
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| You know I like the look of roses as they’re blooming
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| But I just can’t seem to get myself outside of this
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| Daydream, lonely word.
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| And will I ever? |
| … No.
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| I think I’m lost inside this daydream
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| I think I’m lost inside this daydream
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| I think I’m lost inside this daydream
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| I think I’m lost inside this daydream
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| I think I’m lost inside this daydream
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| I think I’m lost inside this daydream
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| I think I’m lost inside this daydream
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| I think I’m lost inside this daydream |