| Everybody gather round
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| And listen to my dream, you’re bound
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| To thank me when I’m done
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| So here is one
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| I was there and you were too
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| But it wasn’t exactly you
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| And it wasn’t really even me Don’t you see
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| I don’t expect
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| For you to understand completely
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| Even I Don’t ask why
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| Cause it can’t be summed up neatly
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| Word of mouth began to fly
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| So when people promised to pay to publish, I Reluctantly agreed
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| Cause people need
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| A voice for those without one, I’ve
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| Tried to keep the dream alive
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| Now I’m leaving it up to you
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| To misconstrue
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| And oh, have you seen
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| In the May or may not issue
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| Of some Vague magazine
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| Interpretations like that make you wish you
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| Kept shut your mouth
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| And your heart cause your subconscious
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| Should be yours
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| And no one else’s
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| I shall die a thousand deaths
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| Oh The dream is over
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| Oh I can’t believe it That the world went on without me Now I’m that much more behind
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| But I’ll be all right, cause
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| Wide awake or sound asleep
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| Either way, we’re all counting sheep
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| No, I don’t dream for a living
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| I’m just living the dream
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| I’m living the dream
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| I’m living the dream |