| It’s a trick of the eye to live or to die
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| A riddle without a clue
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| I spend my days in a dreamy haze
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| Thinking of what to do When the sun comes down, night is all around
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| I shed my skin, tread it on your ground
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| Go to a place where the people make a crowd
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| Find your pace and do what’s not allowed
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| Dreaming of another world, dreaming of another world
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| Dreaming of another world, dreaming of another
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| You always seem to talk all through the night
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| And you always seem to make it home alright
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| It’s a sorry tale when a dream turn still
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| I need a bolt from the blue
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| I once loved before, does it matter anymore?
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| 'Cause now it might be you
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| When the sun comes up burning out the night
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| We stretch our limbs and walk into the light
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| There’s nothing left to say, sleep as the dead
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| It’s time to live out the dreams inside your head
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| Dreaming of another world, dreaming of another world
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| Dreaming of another world, dreaming of another
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| You always seem to talk all through the night
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| And you always seem to make it home alright
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| Just try, try to scrape the sky
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| Only once, once before you die
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| Do something that will make your mother cry
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| The dream, dream of another world
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| Dreaming of another world, dreaming of another world
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| Dreaming of another world, dreaming of another world
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| Dreaming of another world, dreaming of another
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| You always seem to talk all through the night
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| And you always seem to make it home alright |