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I was watching her sleep |
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I was watching her breathe |
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I was watching her dream |
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I hoped she was dreaming of me... |
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The room was stale and sodden |
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It's 85 in Autumn |
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I thought it was hot in here |
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But it's hot outside |
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And I thought about my problems |
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Everybody wants to solve them |
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But problems are problems |
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And these problems are mine |
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Then I think about time... |
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I have time, right? Right? Right? |
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Ben crossed the street just a little too late |
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So he's gone and I accept that it's fate |
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It's just fate, what's so great about fate? |
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Don't get me started on fate. |
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I saw Ben |
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In a dream last night |
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I asked about heaven and he said "Heaven's alright." |
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Of course it is man |
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You're still sharp as a knife! |
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I asked about heaven |
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And he said "Heaven's just fine." |
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That's the tyranny, |
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That's the identity |
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Of time as a body fifteen feet in the air |
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All that concrete |
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Versus timing |
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What about destiny and Hollywood endings? |
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I'm not smashing any mirrors |
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I'm not walking under ladders |
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I'm not opening umbrellas |
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I'm not sparking with white lighters |
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It's just every time we try to meet |
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Liz was far away from me |
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In essence or by space |
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It took Ben |
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It took death |
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It took time |
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Yeah it took time. |
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I exhale my smoke towards the rotating fan |
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Liz wakes from her dream then she squeezes my hand |
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She says "Good morning." |
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Good morning! |
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You look so precious just dreaming of me! |
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She blinked and laughed me off... |
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She says "Boy if you knew I wasn't dreaming of you... |
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You are dreaming of me. |
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Still right now you imagine me say |
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These words right back at yourself." |
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Then I woke myself shaking from deja vu. |
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I saw Ben |
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I saw Her |
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I've got Luck |
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I've got Fate |
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I've got Time... |
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Bad dreams... It was like a bad dream woah. |