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He travels inside his head |
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Wishing his chair was his bed |
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Hours on paper, to earn his leisure |
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While biding his time towards pleasure |
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He imagines a fiction ocean |
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Carrying his strongest emotions |
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To a peaceful place, where he can rest |
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Among his reasons to be blessed |
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He is tied to this dream |
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Silence falls at his scene |
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He is tied |
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CHORUS |
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Life is not his to live |
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Still clutching to a dream |
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Where he knows his scene |
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So pitiful |
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Life is not his to give |
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Still clutching to a dream |
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Where he knows his scene |
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So pitiful and frail |
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REPEAT CHORUS |
