| If you catch me running along by the sea, with bare feet in
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| the sand, then you’ll know I am dreaming my life out in a way
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| you won’t understand.
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| I’m slipping right out of your mind, this I know, and I accept
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| the fact lazily, for I must go into the next field,
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| where grass is green and I’ll find peace.
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| Let me sleep!
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| Let me dream!
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| Let me be!
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| Reawakening isn’t easy when you’re tired.
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| Don’t push me: I was taught self-expression
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| when I was a child, and so I know
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| the best way to go is slow.
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| Sometimes, when skies are cloud-grey, and trouble’s hanging
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| heavy on your mind, I advise you: curl up, slid away and
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| dream your life out, as I am.
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| Reawakening isn’t easy when you’re tired.
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| Don’t push me: I was taught self-expression
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| when I was a child, and so I see
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| the best way to be’s asleep.
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| Reawakening isn’t easy when you’re tired |