| My love gets so unreal, I can’t tell if I’m dreaming
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| Am I dreaming of you dreaming of me? |
| Or is it really how it seems?
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| My heart so open wide, I’ll never touch the bottom
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| If I’m falling in love or falling apart, I’m right where I wanna be
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| 'Cause I don’t know any better
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| And I’m rolling high and low across the open fields
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| Where I grew up wild like any child without a care for what is real
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| And one day I’ll find my way to the edges of this town
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| Where the rivers flow and flowers grow beneath the Heavens looking down
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| I don’t know any better
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| Daisy chain
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| You’re not easy to believe in
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| Changing every season
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| And fairy tales
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| Fill my head until I’m hazy
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| Go ahead and call me crazy
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| But I still got my daisy chain
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| And my sword is made of steel so strong it never bends
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| If the battle is won, or battle is lost, I’ll be swinging 'til the end
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| And I made no enemies but I made some people cry
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| 'Casuse I wouldn’t trade my own crusade to be the apple of her eye
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| I don’t know any better
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| Daisy chain
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| You’re not easy to believe in
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| Changing every season
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| And fairy tales
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| Fill my head until I’m hazy
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| Go ahead and call me crazy
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| But I still got my daisy chain
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| I was raised on the VHS
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| Watch it over 'til I memorize the end
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| There’s not much to do in suburbs
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| So I watch it again
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| Daisy chain
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| You’re not easy to believe in
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| Changing every season
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| And fairy tales
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| Fill my head until I’m hazy
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| Go ahead and call me crazy
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| But I still got my daisy chain |