| Fantasising about the future
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| Holding on the the front of the past
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| Hypnotise by the lure
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| It pulls me in sometimes
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| But never lasts
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| Somewhere in between
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| My reality and my dream
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| Somehow it’s above them both
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| Some days so far below
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| When I’m occupied
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| I don’t have to think to breathe
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| As long as I’m making better memories
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| Cos these things last as far as I can see
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| But when I’m up at night
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| And I’m sinking in these sheets
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| And thinking of these memories
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| Yea these things last as far as I can see
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| This is how it works
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| This is how I learn
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| I’ve got dime to make
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| For when I’ve got time to burn
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| I’ve got things to do
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| And I’ve got things to see
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| Running on my own time
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| My imaginations mine
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| This place is not the world
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| The world’s outside
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| When I’m occupied
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| I dont have to think to breathe
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| As long as your making better memories
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| Cos these things last as far as I can see
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| But when I’m up at night
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| And I’m sinking in these sheets
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| And thinking of these memories
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| Yea these things last as far as I can see
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| When I’m occupied
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| I dont have to think to breathe
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| As long as your making better memories
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| Cos these things last as far as I can see
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| But when I’m up at night
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| And I’m sinking in these sheets
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| And thinking of these memories
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| Yea these things last as far is I can see |