| I wear my ray-bans, driving in the car
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| Even on a cloudy day
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| She always says «Man!, who d’you think you are?»
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| 'cause she don’t see it my way
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| We are all sleepwalkers
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| We only see the things we wanna see
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| Tunnel visions
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| And there’s no end in sight
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| But after all we’ve been through
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| I know this much to be true
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| Though I don’t think like you do
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| Don’t you know that after all
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| All I really need is you
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| I have a game plan, but my love is in a jar
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| It don’t come into play
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| She always says «Man!, no matter where we are
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| You’re always miles away!»
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| We are all sleepwalkers
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| We don’t see nothing we don’t wanna see
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| We dream in color
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| We paint each other black and white
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| Let’s take one step at a time (at a time)
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| Let’s take each day as we find (as we find)
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| Give me the chance to speak my mind
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| Don’t you know that after all
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| That’s all I really need to cross that line
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| We give — the impression that all is well
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| Trying to live — all of the lies we tell
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| We cry — when there’s no one near
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| We don’t know why — there just ain’t enough love
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| In these alien years
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| I wear my ray-bans, driving in the car
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| On a cloudy day
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| The wheel in one hand, the other on my heart
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| I’m trying to see it her way
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| Though we are all sleepwalkers
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| We only see the things we wanna see
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| I get the feeling
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| Maybe there’s an end in sight |