| So off the clouds of Nova Scotia
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| I’ve been flying, trying to photograph my face for posters
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| I’ve been sailing further from my family lately
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| Driving me crazy, or, maybe that’s just me
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| I’m tangled up in my own web
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| It’s been sixteen days at least since I’ve seen my own bed
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| I’ve been chasing dreams and sleeping less and less my mum said
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| I need to relax, and be back for cups of tea
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| She asks me
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| Boy, how you dream so big
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| When you hardly sleep at all?
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| Boy, how you dream so big
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| When you hardly sleep at all?
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| Boy, how you dream so big
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| When those eyelids rarely close?
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| I don’t know, Mum
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| We’ll find out, I suppose
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| I don’t know
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| What, my friend? |
| You know what?
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| Dress in fancy clothes; |
| sounds fun
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| I’ll admit, I even smiled a little bit in round one
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| But now I’m searching for two purposes, I haven’t found one
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| Driving me crazy, or, maybe that’s just me
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| I sing to disappear my own mind
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| Fingers in my ears, holding out for golden sunshine
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| Sometimes wondering why I just can’t seem to stop time
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| Find me a lady, have a baby, or maybe three, cheeky
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| Boy, how you dream so big
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| When you hardly sleep at all?
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| Boy, how you dream so big
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| When you hardly sleep at all?
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| Boy, how you dream so big
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| When those eyelids rarely shut?
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| And I don’t know, my friend
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| But I don’t really give a |