| I woke up with my feet nailed down
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| And my head moving the speed of sound
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| Had a dream I was caught in a maze
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| And I couldn’t find my way back out
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| Some were born to move mountains around
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| And some to rot away in jail
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| I get an itch and when I am scratching
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| Everything can go to hell
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| And how far is halfway there?
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| I didn’t see you on the trail
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| Did almost become good enough?
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| Should a good life be so hard won?
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| Is that what our dreams have become?
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| Sometimes when you’re shooting an arrow
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| It can fly across the sky so proud
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| I would go all the way to the sun
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| If I didn’t have to come back down
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| And how far is halfway there?
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| I didn’t see you on the trail
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| Did almost become good enough?
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| Should a good life be so hard won
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| Is that what our dreams have become?
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| Have you got a car?
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| Somewhere to sleep?
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| Someone who loves you?
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| Something to eat?
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| I would say you’re doing better than most
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| Though maybe not as well as some
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| And how far is halfway there?
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| I didn’t see you on the trail
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| Did almost become good enough?
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| Should a good life be so hard won?
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| Is that what our dreams have become?
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| Is that what our dreams have become? |