| You say life is a dream where we can’t say what we mean
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| Maybe just some roadside scene that we’re driving past
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| There’s no telling where we’ll be in a day or in a week
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| And there’s no promises of peace or of happiness
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| Well is this why you cling to every little thing
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| And pulverize and derange all your senses
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| Maybe life is a song but you’re scared to sing along
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| Until the very ending
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| Oh, it’s time to let go of everything we used to know
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| Ideas that strengthen who we’ve been
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| It’s time to cut ties that won’t ever free our minds
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| From the chains and shackles that they’re in
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| Oh, tell me what good is saying that you’re free
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| In a dark and storming sea
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| You’re chained to your history, you’re surely sinking fast
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| You say that you know that the good Lord’s in control
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| He’s gonna bless and keep your tired and oh so restless soul
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| But at the end of the day when every price has been paid
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| You’re gonna rise and sit beside him on some old seat of gold
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| Then won’t you tell me why you live like you’re afraid to die
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| You’ll die like you’re afraid to go
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| Oh, it’s time to let go of everything we used to know
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| Ideas that strengthen who we’ve been
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| It’s time to cut ties that won’t ever free our minds
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| From chains and shackles that they’re in
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| From the chains and shackles that they’re in
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| Well life is a dream 'cause we’re all walking in our sleep
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| You could see us stand in lines like we’re dead upon our feet
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| And we build our house of cards and then we wait for it to fall
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| Always forget how strange it is just to be alive at all |