| I believe in pressing diamonds from the sand
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| I can feel the touch of Midas in my hands
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| And I carry it wherever I go
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| I’m depending on the angels by my side
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| I’ve been having conversations with the sky
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| And I call on them when I get low
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| If you were me, you’d be living the way I do
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| I don’t get high 'cause I’m already on my roof
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| So don’t wake a dreamer
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| Got my head in the clouds
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| Where the Gods can hear me out
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| Don’t wake a dreamer
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| Reaching for gold
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| That’s all I know
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| I’ve been dancing with the sinners and the saints
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| Underneath it are we naked and the same
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| And we dance again whenever we want
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| I’ve been rising like a Phoenix from the past
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| See my colors burning brighter in the ash
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| And they catch a flame when I’m in the dark
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| If you were me, you’ll be sky walking in my shoes
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| Tip toe the tight rope between the sun and the moon
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| So don’t wake a dreamer
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| Got my head in the clouds
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| Where the Gods can hear me out
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| Don’t wake a dreamer
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| Reaching for gold
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| That’s all I know
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| I don’t see reality
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| I escape to a place I call home
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| I don’t bleed red like you
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| I escape to a higher place
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| That’s why you
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| So don’t wake a dreamer
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| Got my head in the clouds
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| Where the Gods can hear me out
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| So don’t wake a dreamer
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| Reaching for gold
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| That’s all I know
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| Don’t wake a dreamer
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| Reaching for gold
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| That’s all I know
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| So don’t wake a dreamer |