| If only everything that happened in our dreams were true
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| And nothing bad could ever happen to you
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| When we feel too much, we’d just wake up
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| And all the longing to belong would always be enough
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| Give me context, without context, everything is true
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| Only nothing that happens only happens to you
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| If the news should ever break our way
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| Would we still hear the truth of someone that’s been left behind?
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| And if truth should ever be unkind
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| Would we still know that everything that’s true is by design
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| And that everything that’s true is ours to find?
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| I woke up, I was the same, but all my dreams had died
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| What fucking happened?
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| Guess everyone who spoke in tongues had lied
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| In the lobby, watched the dawning of a different side
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| Give me context, without context, everything is true
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| Besides, nothing that happens only happens to you
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| If the news should ever break our way
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| Would we still hear the truth of someone that’s been left behind?
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| And if truth should ever be unclear
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| Would we still know that everything that’s fair is hard to hear
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| And that everything breaks down in love and fear?
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| Everything that happens
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| Everything that happens
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| Everything that happens
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| If the news should ever be unkind
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| Would we still know that everything that’s true is by design
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| And that everything that’s true’s hard to define
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| And that everything that’s true is ours to find? |