| Used to dream until I stopped writing fiction
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| All right well that’s not true
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| Maybe it ended when I ended competition
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| Because I’d always lose
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| My therapist could never classify conditions
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| Alright whats wrong already
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| My pharmacist had better fill up my prescriptions
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| Here just take two of these and call me in the morning
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| Oh oh oh won’t you carry me home
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| It’s the last time in life that I’ll ever try
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| The streets were flooded and in the tides were pessimists
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| So I just dove right in I felt at home
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| I felt alive, I felt that I fit in
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| So I’ll just keep dreaming
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| Oh oh oh won’t you carry me home
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| It’s the last time in life that I’ll ever try,
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| Wait for the wind to blow
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| Can’t carry myself can’t carry me home
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| On my own will
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| Can’t let you go just yet
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| Can’t bury myself can’t carry us both
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| On my own will
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| Oh oh oh won’t you carry me home
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| It’s the last time in life that I’ll ever try, |