No more will i play along
and no more will i tell myself, how it's gonna be from now on
because i've been stalling in between, and i've been dragging 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 life
and this could be your luck 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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