| You’re standing in a cornfield, a hat in your hand
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| The wind is whipping at the weathervane
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| You’re just a young boy in a big, wide world
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| The days seem to last forever
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| I pull up on the tractor, an old John Deere
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| You smile and offer up some water
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| The clouds are rolling, the corn is growing
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| The kids are playing by the chicken shed
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| Then you wake up, you’re in our apartment
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| Down on the Lower East Side
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| You tell me what you dreamed about
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| It keeps me up all night
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| You tell me your dreams, I give you my heart
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| You’re flying down a staircase, a cat in your arms
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| A man is crouching by the living room
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| There’s blood in his eyes and no place to hide
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| Just you and him
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| You float above it, just out of his reach
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| He smiles and looks just like your brother
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| The cat is purring, the carpet’s burning
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| And the walls close in
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| And then you wake up, you’re in our apartment
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| Down on the Lower East Side
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| You tell me what you dreamed about
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| It keeps me up all night
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| You tell me your dreams, I give you my heart
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| Then I wake up, I’m in my apartment
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| Down on the Lower East Side
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| You call me on the telephone
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| And keep me up all night
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| You tell me your dreams, I give you my heart |