| Someone said to me, «I'll come into your dream
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| And speak it to you.» |
| I already knew
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| I found her in an attic where, dramatically, she leaned in to me
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| And she whispered these lines
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| «Wake and be fine
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| You’ve still got time to wake and be fine»
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| Embracers meet with more embracers on the street
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| Say, «Hold me, dear stranger. |
| Grab on to me
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| We’re carrying our years around us, or they’re chasing down us
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| We’re all here at the same time
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| Can we wake and be fine?
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| We’ve still got time to wake and be fine
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| Villains on the creep and killers in the crowd
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| Are carving apart our childhood house
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| Lovers in their sheets, dreaming lovers sweetly
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| Turn in their sleep all under sunbeams
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| Everybody’s crashing, running, calling out the coming
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| Of things they kind of can see
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| Someone said to me, «It's just a dream
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| Why don’t you wake up and you’ll see? |
| It’s fine»
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| In those miles racing over endless fields of snow
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| You already heard, you already know
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| The rescue party finally lost their hearts
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| And then they shattered their bones, and then they died all alone
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| The ships all float from beaches by themselves
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| Above the hot afternoons. |
| (Goodbye, you balloons!)
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| Adrift above indifferent clouds. |
| Our hearts are crashing loudly
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| On some rock where the gulls whine, «Wake and be fine»
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| We’ve still got time to wake and be fine, oh
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| Be fine
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| Be fine
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| Be fine
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| Be fine |