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The devil's in the dreamin' |
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He tells you I'm not sleepin' |
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In my motel room alone |
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With nothing to believe in |
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You dive into the traffic rising up |
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And it's so quiet |
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You're surprised and then you wake |
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For all the things you're losing |
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You might as well resign yourself to try and make a change |
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And I'm going down to Hollywood |
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They're gonna make a movie from the things |
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That they find crawling round my brain |
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I wish I was a girl |
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So that you could believe me |
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And I could shake this static every time I try to sleep |
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I wish for all the world |
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That I could say |
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Hey, Elizabeth, you know I'm doing all right |
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These days |
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The devil's in the dreamin' |
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You see yourself descending |
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From the building to the ground |
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And you watch the sky receding |
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And you spin to see the traffic |
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Rising up and it's so quiet |
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And you're surprised and then you wake |
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For all the things I'm losing |
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I might as well resign myself to try and make a change |
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And I'm going down to Hollywood |
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They're gonna make a movie from the things |
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That they find crawling round my brain |
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I wish I was a girl |
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So that you could believe me |
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And I could shake this static every time I try to sleep |
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I wish for all the world |
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That I could say |
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Hey, Elizabeth, you know I'm doing all right |
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These days |
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And one of these dreams |
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You forgive me |
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It makes me think of the bad decisions |
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That keep you at home |
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How could anyone else have changed |
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But these are wrong conclusions |
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That leave you alone |
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How could everyone rearrange |
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How could everyone else have changed |
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What I see |
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I believe |
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For all the things I'm losing |
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I might as well resign myself to try and make a change |
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And I'm going down to Hollywood |
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They're gonna make a movie from the things |
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That they find crawling round my brain |
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Well I can't sleep at night |
