I try to remember what it's like
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to dream with my own eyes
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with my own eyes.
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Because I keep forgetting what is right;
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can't tell truth from lies
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sunset from rise...
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If I could learn
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to act patiently
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then I would see
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that my view of time
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is selfishly
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based around me...
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I should run away,
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but I can't;
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chasing dreams that are slowing down for me.
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I should turn around,
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but I can't.
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It's within my reach;
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runaway...
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It's within my reach
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With rising valleys and sinking
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peaks,
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nothing in between
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that I can see.
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It seems my pride is on repeat;
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oh how they need me
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it's not me they need.
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If I could learn
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to act patiently
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then I would see
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that my view of time
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is selfishly
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based around me...
|
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I should run away,
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but I can't;
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chasing dreams that are slowing down for me.
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I should turn around,
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but I can't.
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It's within my reach;
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runaway...
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It's within my reach
|
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If I could learn
|
to act patiently
|
then I would see
|
that my view of time
|
is selfishly
|
based around me...
|
|
I should run away,
|
but I can't;
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chasing dreams that are slowing down for me.
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I should turn around,
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but I can't.
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It's within my reach;
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runaway...
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It's within my reach
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The Bell And The Hammer
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| This Day and Age |
