| It’s a full moon at midnight
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| Running fast, out of time
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| It’s a feeling you can’t describe
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| Floating past the pale skylight
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| And you look reflective
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| But you’re so disconnected
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| Just think about it
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| What’s really on your mind?
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| For you I would steal time
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| Suspicion, suspicion
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| You’re a daydreamer, oh
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| And it’s the same thing over and over
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| We’re running for our lives
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| In a slipstream, oh
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| You’ll wake up someday and realize
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| You were dreaming of a life you forget
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| You forget
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| It’s so affected
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| That color corrected night
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| But you’re falling fast
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| Through plastic skies
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| And you look reflective
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| So disconnected
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| It’s not real life
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| Open your eyes and breathe
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| Everything’s in its right place
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| But nothing in gold can stay
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| Just tell me you know my face
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| You’re a daydreamer, oh
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| And it’s the same thing over and over
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| We’re running for our lives
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| In a slipstream, oh
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| You’ll wake up someday and realize
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| You were dreaming of a life you forget
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| You forget
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| When the moon was high
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| You couldn’t describe
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| A lucid sky
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| We just might die
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| But we feel so alive
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| You’re a daydreamer, oh
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| And it’s the same thing over and over
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| We’re running for our lives
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| In a slipstream, oh
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| You’ll wake up someday and realize
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| You were dreaming of a life you forget
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| You forget |