| Well I’ve been living in a dream that I can’t wake up from
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| Swimming up stream I can’t get to the sea
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| Where the fish swim free
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| And staring at a screen that I don’t get much from
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| Staring so long, can’t see wood from the trees
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| Or the birds from the bees
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| And half of the time well it flies right by
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| Like childhood did
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| In the blink of an eye
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| And half of the time, well it goes so slow
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| I sit outside and watch the grass grow
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| Well I’ve been running on a treadmill, legs like lead
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| Will there ever be a needle for this thread
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| I’ve been weaving since I was born?
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| And the papers read and the government said
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| I should stay in bed to stop the virus spread
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| I won’t be leaving for so long
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| Well some nights I feel okay, I close my eyes and I drift away
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| Some nights I just lay and stare at the ceiling
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| Like it’s gonna go somewhere
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| Swimming up stream
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| Swimming up stream
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| Oh and I keep swimming but I go nowhere
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| It’s all the same when I come up for air
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| And I just can’t get there
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| Swimming up stream
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| Swimming up stream
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| Swimming up stream
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| Stream |