| I don’t know if I have to shake you just to wake you
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| From this dream, that it seems you’re living
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| And I don’t know, if I could ever push you hard enough
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| to move you, from the place your head is You’re living a lie
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| And I think it’s time
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| That you realize
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| If your head is the way to your heart
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| Then I don’t even know where to start
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| 'Til you get up and walk out on faith
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| You will lie in the bed that you’ve made
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| But it doesn’t have to be that way
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| If I could, I would summon up the past in me So you could see the change before your eyes
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| And if I could, I would breathe the breath of life
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| Into your fading soul that’s lost the will to fight
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| You’re living a lie
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| And I think it’s time
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| That you realize
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| If your head is the way to your heart
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| Then I don’t even know where to start
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| 'Til you get up and walk out on faith
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| You will lie in the bed that you’ve made
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| But it doesn’t have to be that way
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| And I know you can’t go on Fooling yourself, pretending nothing’s wrong
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| When you reach the end
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| Of your road, where will you go?
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| If your head is the way to your heart
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| Then I don’t even know where to start
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| 'Til you get up and walk out on faith
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| You will lie in the bed that you’ve made
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| But it doesn’t have to be that way
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| But it doesn’t have to be that way |