| Dreams don’t work anymore
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| Trains don’t dream, they are bored
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| We grow our minors like tails
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| We try to be tender and fail
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| Knives go through one by one
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| Lie kisses the truth just for fun
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| We go to the bottom like whales
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| We try to be heartless and fail
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| But I wanna show you the answer I’ve found
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| See you before daybreak on a merry-go-round
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| And it’s all right if you forget to bellt-up
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| All right if you forget to belt up
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| All right if you forget to belt up
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| All right
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| Cause nothing can harm you if you slip out of your sit
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| Acoording to the law of the science of sleep
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| Ships can’t stay in the docs
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| It’s cosy to hide at old fog
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| To laugh at our games through the veil
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| They think they excel us but fail
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| There’s no way to guess true or false
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| And it’s too late to cast roles
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| We learne how to hide that we pale
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| We are already perfect but fake
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| So I wanna show you the answer I’ve found
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| See you before daybreak on a merry-go-round
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| And it’s all right if you forget to belt-up
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| All right if you forget to belt up
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| All right if you forget to belt up
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| All right
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| Cause nothing can find you if you slip out of your sit
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| According to the law of the sciense of sleep
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| It’s all right, it’s all right, it’s all right
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| If you forget to belt up at the brink of meltdown
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| It’s all right, was all right for that night
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| When I, I might have seen you
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| In dust of crumbled down Colosseum
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| Just don’t get up, get up
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| Don’t get up, get up, don’t get up, get up
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| Don’t |