| Woke up cold and the room was dark
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| Just some light from the moon
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| Felt your breath on my neck and it made me homesick
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| I don’t mind if it’s all in my head
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| My mind was built for lies
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| And your laugh sounds like glass, and it cuts right through me
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| Dreaming is not a one way process
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| You wanted problems? |
| You got 'em
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| You got enough to break down anyone
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| You want to prove that you’re the tough kind
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| But no one asks to be a martyr; |
| it just happens to you
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| You say we’ve got it wrong, that you’re different
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| Well, call it what you want, it’s same difference
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| You bit off more than you can chew with this
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| Now we’re calling in the debt
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| No matter if it sinks you
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| Daylight breaks and the world looks bent
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| Like I’ve got shotglass eyes
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| Pick me up, fix my tie, roll me toward the cliffside
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| I don’t mind if I fall this time
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| My knees were built for scabs
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| And my hands meet demands just when no one’s asking
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| Dreaming is not a one way process
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| We woke just before the dawn, got dressed up among birdsong
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| Then crossed that eternal lawn
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| Our heads were pointed skyward, and the sun, it warmed our backs
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| And we wandered, not really knowing where it all would end
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| We walked 'til the sun went down, walked straight toward that violent sound
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| The waves threw their weight around
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| And it all felt so simple, like we knew just how to be
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| And we smiled, 'til the waves came and dragged us out to sea |