| In my dreams, I see myself hitting a baseball
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| In a green field somewhere near a freeway
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| I’m all tan and smiling and running from third base
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| And it’s hot and the kids keep on playing the driving game
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| And they’re singing the same goddamn refrain
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| And the sky is a bluish grey
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| And it’s become just like a chemical stress
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| Tracing the lines in my face for
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| Something more beautiful than is there
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| I’ve barely been gone
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| In my dreams, I see you at the foot of some mountains
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| And we’re taking some pictures or something
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| And we’d better hurry up
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| And it’s late and the sun keeps on shooting through pine trees
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| And the grass stains are wet on your new jeans
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| And we’d better hurry up
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| And I’ve become just like a terrible mess
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| Searching the lines in my face for
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| Something more beautiful than is there
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| The crowds keep me coming back, cheering
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| In my dreams, I see you asleep on a twin bed
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| The covers pulled up over your head
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| Am I asleep or awake?
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| And it’s morning and the captain is playing the radio
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| And he’s just put the paint on his new boat
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| Am I asleep or awake?
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| And it just feels good when you’re waking up
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| And it just feels good when you’re next to me
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| And it just feels good when you’re coming home
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| And it just feels good when it’s waking up
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| (My slumbering heart)
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| And I’ve become just like a chemical stress
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| Tracing the lines in my face for
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| Something more beautiful than is there
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| I’ve barely been gone
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| And I’m not a failure, I swear
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| I wish you could see it from over there
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| I’ve got a lot over here without you
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| I’ve barely been gone
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| Gone, dreaming
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| My mom, she cried about money and time
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| And how she felt older
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| And I didn’t understand much
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| She left, I stayed
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| My dad played in the bar
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| And I wondered if I looked like him
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| He was small even with boots on
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| He looked like an Eskimo
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| And we were in Alaska
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| In the airport, I had seen or
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| Imagined a mural of an Arctic scene
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| With seals and people seemed nicer than me
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| Where they smoked and talked about the disappearing ground |