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He calls me to the ocean |
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Takes me wandering through the street |
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A restless imagination |
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But for now I move my feet on the ground |
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'Cause I feel like going home |
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I can float above the ceiling |
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I like drifting through the air |
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I tend to lose my concentration |
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But right now the clouds don't appeal too much |
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I feel like going home |
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Sometimes late at night while running from the rain |
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Running from the voices filling up my brain |
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Now I wish they'd leave me alone |
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And let me be, to go off on my own |
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Let me be to go home |
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I feel like going home |
