| With open eyes
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| I dreamt of horses as they weren’t there
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| With their saddles on
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| With their saddles on
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| In broad daylight
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| I dreamt of landscapes as they weren’t there
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| But I’ll stand and stare
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| But I’ll stand and stare
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| And I wanna go, if I’m wide awake
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| Throughout a year
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| In and out of weeks
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| And through a day
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| And I wanna go, if I’m wide awake
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| Throughout a year
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| In and out of weeks
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| And through a day
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| Unraveling
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| If this mind belonged to a criminal
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| Would you be alarmed?
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| Would you? |
| (would you?)
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| With open eyes
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| I dreamt of horses falling to the ground
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| With their saddles on
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| With their saddles on
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| And I wanna go, if I’m wide awake
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| Throughout a year
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| In and out of weeks
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| And through a day
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| And I wanna go, if I’m wide awake
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| Throughout a year
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| In and out of weeks
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| And through a day
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| In broad daylight
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| I dreamt of landscapes as I wasn’t there
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| But I’ll stand and stare
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| Well I’ll stand and stare |