| No more will I play along,
and no more will I tell myself,
how it's gonna be from now on.
'Cause I've been stalling in between,
and I've been draggin' my feet,
making bets that this isn't happening.
And I sleepwalk around, two feet off the ground,
while the real world is trying to reach me.
And when the rain comes down, I see it all now.
Standing on the great divide,
of some collision between, ordinary and imaginary lives.
And this could be your lucky day,
'cause if tomorrow ever comes,
you'll be looking, looking the other way.
And you sleepwalk around, two feet off the ground,
while the real world is trying to reach you.
With stories that you, already knew.
It pulls you, and, pushes you.
And you sleepwalk around, two feet off the ground,
while the real world is trying to reach you.
And when the rain comes down, you find yourself now.
Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere.
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