| A wicked vision when I’m far away
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| But you know that I’d rather stay right here with you
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| Any concoction or elixir will get us there
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| Our thoughts still carry over the sky
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| We don’t need a reason why
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| Anything to pass the time
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| Good intentions
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| Chasing dreams, not tangible projections
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| Can we share our imagination?
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| It’s in the dream, once again
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| Turn to dust, fix on a point
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| Come in raindrops
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| With hose carry over the sky
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| Wandering 'round to the pulse of a quiet town
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| Thankful to have you around
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| Just listening for that sound
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| Bigger intentions are like dreams
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| Intangible projections
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| Can we share our imagination?
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| It’s in a dream, like how we used to be
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| How we used, how we used to be
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| How we used to be
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| Woke today, the sounds were young
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| It’s all alright, chasing me
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| Feel a little different week’s insomnia
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| Break the day, barricades are in the way
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| We felt the crash
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| Another collapse, just a taste of reality
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| We just can’t remember how we used to be
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| Burn, burn, in the night, oh
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| See no use in playing the fool
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| Ashen over our implications rust
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| Show us something that we can trust
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| Picturing it in the jets
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| Of hoping the gods
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| Allow our love to implicate
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| Or know it alters life |