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Honestly what will become of me
Don't like reality
It's way too clear to me
But really life is dandy
We are what we don't see
Miss everything daydreaming

Traveling I always stop at exits
Wondering if I'll stay
Young and restless
Living this way I stress less
I want to pull away when the dream dies
The pain sets in and I don't cry
I only feel gravity and I wonder why

And the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day
Till the feeling went away

And the sky was falling and the clouds were dropping
And the rainfall forgot how to bring salvation