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My dreams tend to whisper |
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I need them to scream out |
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All of their wonders |
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And all of their splendours |
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So I, I will believe in me |
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Those bridges are burned |
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Now troubled waters sweep me away |
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Into the seas, filled with my dreams |
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Now I believe in me |
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I figured me out, I figured me out |
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I figured there's nothing worth figuring out |
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I am alive and life is divine |
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Gently floating upstream |
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My dreams spoke to loud and woke me up |
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Up to the sounds, the sounds shout too loud |
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Get your head out the clouds |
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Obey the rules of my own construction |
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I figured me out, I figured me out |
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I figured there's nothing worth figuring out |
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I am alive and life is divine |
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Gently floating |
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Myself, me and I, we figured out life |
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Figured that life is the eternal prize |
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I am alive and life is divine |
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Gently floating upstream |
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Floating upstream |
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I am alive, I am alive |
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My dreams return to whisper |
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Try block out the sounds |
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Where hate seems to shout |
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And praise seems to whisper |
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In my little fragile insecure mind |
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My insecure mind |
