What if everythin' is just a dream when we wake up?
The game we play is just a childish one that things go in round and round
It was a perfect dream..
One which others would laugh at..
We can't put our fingers to it
So it was left behind
Swept out with the tides
Under our longing gaze
It was a perfect crime..
One which we can never be convicted
When the world closes in
It is to tell us that there is no more fun
Let's go with the flow, movin' through
Like nothing matters
It was a childish game we play
Like a swing in the playground
That doesn't fit anymore
Who do you want to be when you wake up?
Someone only you and I know..
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