| Too tired to ride this train home,
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| It’s just gone on for way too long.
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| I envy what they all have,
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| But I know if I got it,
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| I’d give it right back,
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| I’d give it right back.
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| My dreams remind me of an ocean.
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| They feel so open, like you could float in them.
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| My dreams remind me of an ocean.
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| They feel so open, like you could float in them.
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| Too proud to send out an S.O.S.
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| I fear that karma’s catching up.
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| I’m looking for a quick escape,
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| To close my eyes and feel the rage.
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| I see the ones who got a taste of their dreams,
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| I think I want it more than them,
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| But wanting is what children do,
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| And taking is for ruined men.
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| You gotta earn your way.
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| My dreams remind me of an ocean.
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| They feel so open, like you could float in them.
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| My dreams remind me of an ocean.
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| They feel so open, like you could float in them.
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| I am falling away. |
| I am flowing away.
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| My dreams remind me of an ocean.
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| They feel so open, like you could float in them.
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| My dreams remind me of an ocean.
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| They feel so open, like you could float in them.
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| My dreams remind me of the seasons.
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| They’re always changing. |
| I must chase after them.
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| My dreams remind me of the seasons.
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| They’re always changing. |
| I must chase after them. |