| False start, ya sleepyhead
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| I’m caught up in the day with my night dreams
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| And my mistakes
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| Tell your vision no, you’re acting
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| The little boys go on pretending
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| They’re wide awake.
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| I’ll settle on the dust, settle on the dust
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| But I’ve got better luck in my head
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| We’re just ghosts inside my bed
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| I’ve got better luck in my head
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| Playing poker with the dead
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| This side of paradise
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| I’m not here, nor anywhere
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| I wanna be with you, you’re unaware
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| I’m a paper weight
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| I fantasize
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| A secret life and place where we hide
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| It feels right
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| I’ll settle on the dust, settle on the dust
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| But I’ve got better luck in my head
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| We’re just ghosts inside my bed
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| I’ve got better luck in my head
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| Playing poker with the dead
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| This side of paradise
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| I don’t want to be anywhere else
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| Than anywhere else but here
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| I don’t want to be anywhere else
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| Than anywhere else but here
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| I don’t want to be anywhere else
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| Than anywhere else but here
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| I don’t want to be anywhere else
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| Than anywhere else but here
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| Cus I’ve got better luck in my head
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| We’re just ghosts inside my bed
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| I’ve got better luck in my head
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| Playing poker with the dead
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| This side of paradise |