| So once again the spoils are yours for the taking
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| Feel free to count them while you sleep
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| But with your tendency to wander in circles
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| Drift off, but not too deep
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| Your faith of late has got you running in circles
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| But your secrets’s safe with me
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| Take a number and close your eyes
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| We’ll make sure you’re satisfied
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| Hold your breath and count to ten
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| We’ll tell you where and tell you when
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| Take a number and close your eyes
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| Convince yourself you’re just in time
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| Hold your breathe and count to ten
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| We’ll take you there and back again 'cause
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| These are the days of the improbable my friend
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| So we hold on the hope that one day all our dreams collide
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| The further you go, the harder it gets
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| The more that you know
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| Wake up…
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| The further you go, the harder it gets
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| The more that you know
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| Wake up…
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| You might wanna leave a trail of crumbs for the future
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| Just a few along the way
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| 'Cause that look tells me that you’re still running in circles
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| Ah, but your secret stays with me
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| These are the days of the improbable my friend
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| So we hold on the hope that one day all our dreams collide
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| The further you go, the harder it gets
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| The more that you know
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| Wake up…
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| The further you go, the harder it gets
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| The more that you know
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| Wake up…
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| The further you go, the harder it gets to remember
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| How you got here
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| The further you go, the harder it gets to remember
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| How to find the way back home |