| See luckily, this never has to end
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| Perpetual present tense, so in summary
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| It’s Tokyo, Tuscany, wherever it’s summery, oh!
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| That’s when my phone went off and burst my bubble (burst my bubble)
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| Then I was right back in the rubble where the trouble be
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| Syd city, sitting pretty, looking lovely (so lovely)
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| Another rainy day at home with a cup of tea (that's Jasmine)
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| Jotting scriptures, washing dishes, stacking cutlery
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| Long division got me wishing for that currency
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| Hoping Mr Murrihy can up the fee
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| So that I can see these dreams come to be
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| Just don’t tell him that he’s dreaming (tell him he’s dreaming)
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| Tell him he’s dreaming (tell him, tell him he’s dreaming)
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| Riding out the seasons, rhyming for a reason
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| Finding something to believe in
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| I saw you in my dreams last night
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| You were in my, you were in my
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| Or maybe it was in a past life
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| You were in my, you were in my
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| I saw you in my dreams last night
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| You were in my, you were in my
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| Or maybe it was in a past life
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| You were in my, you were in my
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| If it was up to me (was up to me)
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| Then I’d be right, right, right where I’m meant to be (I'm meant to be)
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| Chilling by your side, but time is never free (it's never free)
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| And so I ride, ride, ride through all this ugly (this ugly)
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| But I keep dreaming, dreaming, you know I got big plans
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| Crystal pools and watermelon for my big fam
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| Stars at night that last forever, check the wingspan
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| But nothing promised, gotta get it, can I live, man?
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| Can I live? |
| I said Young Hitchcock
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| Sunset and that ziplock, cloud porn in my brainbox
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| I’m seeing shapes when I’m intox, up late till I drift off
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| Tryna lift, lift, lift, lift, lift your spirit up when we kick off
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| Kick goals like Cahill when the kid cross
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| My brown skin home to imperfect, but I make it worth it
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| I been down, been low, but Y.F.T.F.B been working
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| Till I’m out here in Sydney, with the crowd singing with me
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| Feel like a dream, won’t somebody just pinch me?
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| Just don’t tell him that he’s dreaming (tell him he’s dreaming)
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| Tell him he’s dreaming (tell him, tell him he’s dreaming)
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| Riding out the seasons, rhyming for a reason
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| Finding something to believe in
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| 'Cause looks can be deceiving (looks can be deceiving)
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| So won’t you tell him that he’s dreaming (tell him, tell him he’s dreaming)
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| Aw yeah, wide asleep, not a peep
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| Ain’t no telling where you’re finding me this evening
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| I saw you in my dreams last night
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| You were in my, you were in my
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| Or maybe it was in a past life
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| You were in my, you were in my
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| I saw you in my dreams last night
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| You were in my, you were in my
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| Or maybe it was in a past life
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| You were in my, you were in my
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| At night when my head hits the pillow
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| I find I go flying out the window
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| To a place where it gets so deep
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| Where your past and your fate both meet
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| At night when my head hits the pillow
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| I find I go flying out the window
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| To a place where it gets so deep
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| Where your past and your fate both meet
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| At night when my head hits the pillow
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| I find I go flying out the window
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| To a place where it gets so deep
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| Where your past and your fate both meet
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| At night when my head hits the pillow
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| I find I go flying out the window
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| To a place where it gets so deep
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| Where your past and… |