| Well, I guess you were right about the dream
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| Yet, it’s sad things are never what they seem
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| Like the promises you made but you never mean
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| The shadows of the things you’ve never seen
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| California’s sunny all year 'round
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| Makes it easy to keep on hangin' 'round
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| And your dreams are locked away in that
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| Gotta get your feet back on the ground
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| Lady, it’s past time that you gotten wise
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| You got to get that stardust out of your eyes
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| You got to take a look at what you’re doin'
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| And what are you thinkin' of?
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| What about all the things you love?
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| Can’t you see the damage that you’re doin'?
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| And it’s past time that you gotten wise
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| You got to get that stardust out of your eyes
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| You got to take a look at what you’re doin'
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| And what are you thinkin' of?
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| What about all the things you love?
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| Can’t you see the damage that you’re doin'?
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| All the sweet talk and promises you hear
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| Keep you hopin' the dream might still appear
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| But your hopes keep gettin' fainter every year
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| Voices start to echo in your ear
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| Lady, it’s past time that you got wise
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| You got to get that stardust out of your eyes
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| You got to take a little look at what you’re doin'
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| What are you thinkin' of?
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| What about all the things you love?
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| Can’t you see the damage that you’re doin'?
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| Well, it’s past time that you gotten wise
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| You got to get that stardust out of your eyes
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| You got to take a look at what you’re doin'
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| Well, honey, past time, past time
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| Get that stardust out of your mind
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| Past time, past time |