| I’m wide awake and it’s still moving in my head
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| All these questions that I have
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| From all the rooms that I have left
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| Little children have a way
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| Of loving hard until they don’t
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| Growing old is getting older
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| Every minute that I come to know, I’m
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| Waiting for my conscience calling
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| Listening to hear me talking
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| Slowing down the rate of motion
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| Focusing inside an ocean
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| Catching myself falling over
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| Looking backwards, seeing no one
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| Walking through this lucid dream again
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| And I can’t stop dreaming
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| And I can’t stop dreaming
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| Yeah
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| Sometimes I just start to forget it
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| I let it fade out for a second
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| And then it comes back and it’s a whirlwind
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| Tearing up inside of me
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| I never succeed to explain it
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| The words, they escape me in it
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| Never ever leaving what was long ago planted in my brain
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| It stays, it just
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| Waiting for my conscience calling
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| Listening to hear me talking
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| Slowing down the rate of motion
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| Focusing inside an ocean
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| Catching myself falling over
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| Looking backwards seeing no one
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| Walking through this lucid dream again, yeah
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| And I can’t stop dreaming
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| And I can’t stop dreaming
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| All the changes but still every things the same
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| There’s this world that can’t withstain
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| So there’s a purpose in our pain
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| It’s calling me inside my heart from whence I came
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| Looking down over my shoulder
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| I feel it falling down again, like I’m just
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| Waiting for my conscience calling
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| Listening to hear me talking
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| Slowing down the rate of motion
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| Focusing inside an ocean
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| Catching myself falling over
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| Looking backwards seeing no one
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| Walking through this lucid dream again
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| Well, I’m waiting for my conscience calling now
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| Slowing down the rate of motion, rate of motion
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| And I’ve been holding on to what is gone, to what is gone
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| To what I lost through this lucid dream again |