| It’s not this life, it’s these dreams that bring down
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| The me inside but maybe tonight I’ll get the story right
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| I saw you smiling with him
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| Hurt to watch, but helped me understand
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| This life isn’t your friend
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| It’s just I wish sometimes dreaming was as real
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| As this feeling since I left you
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| I’ll be back to new
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| You tell me that you’re lonely
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| You tell me something isn’t working out right
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| I ask you to be honest, make a promise
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| Tell me that we’ll work this out right
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| Excuse me miss, I read lips, you might want
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| To take a step on back and look at your tracks
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| Because I wish sometimes dreaming was as real
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| As this feeling since I left you
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| I’ll be back to new
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| You tell me that you’re lonely
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| You tell me something isn’t working out right
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| I ask you to be honest, make a promise
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| Tell me that we’ll work this out right
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| There’s not a day my weekend starts, no
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| I’ve been on the run since I was five
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| When the playground was all I had to discover life
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| Open your eyes
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| It’s just I wish sometimes dreaming was as real
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| As this feeling since I left you
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| I’ll be back to new
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| You tell me that you’re lonely
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| You tell me something isn’t working out right
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| I ask you to be honest, make a promise
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| Tell me that we’ll work this out
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| You tell me that you’re lonely
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| You tell me something isn’t working out right
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| I ask you to be honest, make a promise
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| Tell me that we’ll work this out right |