| Some people sleep away this life
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| Dream away all the pain and lie
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| Playing safe in a lullaby behind their fences
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| Some people like to roll the dice
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| Live the risk to lose the fight
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| Gambling with no alibis
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| And close their eyes to consequences
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| What’s up with those killing wars?
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| Hasn’t there been enough before?
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| Do all the dead get to paradise
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| Or will the afterlife just go under
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| And will the answers ever show… oh
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| How far to the top of the mountain
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| I’m standing strong on a ledge of the dream
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| Cloudbusting pushing weight off my shoulders
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| Cause I long to feel the sun again
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| Ooh… the optimist climbs my friend
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| Gonna rise till the end… ooh
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| Some people lay awake at night
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| Longing in the dead of light
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| Crying for the sacrifice and their long lost chances
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| Some people always raise their glass
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| Never worry if their life has gone astray
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| Cold indifferent eyes and false pretenses
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| See the boy on his bloody knees
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| Crying hard from the pain he bleeds
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| Maybe never gonna live to grow his senses
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| How can we save his heart with hope
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| I’m raining love from the core of my fountain
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| I let it run for the rainbow within
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| I’m dream catching in a world getting colder
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| Cause I’ve got to feel the sun my friend
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| Ooh… the optimist tries again
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| And never dies before the end
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| How far to the top of the mountain
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| Standing strong on the ledge of a dream
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| Cloudbusting pushing weight off my shoulders
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| Cause I long to see the sun again
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| The optimist climbs my friend
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| Gonna climb till the end |