| I set a watch for 5 o’clock
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| I think of trees and rivers as I’m drifting off
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| I pinch my wrist (Just to tell where I am)
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| I get a twinge (Seems as real as it can)
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| But I remain and so I know the rest is up to me
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| At night, the sunlight beats upon my skin
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| In here, I see everything
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| And until the morning comes
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| I feel it
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| All my life I tried
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| To find the time to make believe
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| But now as certain as the seasons
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| I know real life will get in between
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| If I never get to decide my reality
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| At least I see how it could be
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| When I get round to sleeping (Sleeping)
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| Dreaming (Dreaming)
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| Works for me
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| And though my soul (Lets me do what I want)
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| Is pretty bold (In a place I belong)
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| From time to time, my grip’ll slip
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| And I just lose control
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| Then awake I freeze
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| But nothing in my head can hurt me
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| However real it seems
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| All my life I tried
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| To find the time to make believe
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| But now as certain as the seasons
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| I know real life will get in between
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| If I never get to decide my reality
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| At least I see how it could be
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| When I get round to sleeping (Sleeping)
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| Dreaming (Dreaming)
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| When I get round to sleeping (Sleeping)
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| Dreaming (Dreaming)
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| Oh |