| Woke up again, from the same dream I’ve been having
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| In the house, our parents took a chance
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| The alarms, sirens and the thunder
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| It all fell apart, couldn’t make it last
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| So young that I, I hardly remember
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| But those years are far beyond my reach
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| In the woods, deep behind our houses
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| Lit our books on fire, ashes to the breeze
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| Turn on all the lights
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| This is not my life
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| And we float
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| Like signals out of smoke
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| Passed everything we know
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| This is not my, this is not my
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| This is not my life
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| The power lines cut across the old stream
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| Wildfires cloud the city lights
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| It built high, felt just like an old dream
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| Couldn’t tell apart what I thought from what I said
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| All the stuff alight
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| This is not my life
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| So we float
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| Like signals out of smoke
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| Passed everything we know
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| This is not my, this is not my
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| This is not my life
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| This is not my life
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| And we float
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| Like signals out of smoke
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| Passed everything we know
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| This is not my, this is not my
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| This is not my…
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| And we know
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| That nothing’s set in stone
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| All the stories we were told
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| This is not my, this is not my
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| This is not my life
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| This is not my, this is not my
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| This is not my life |