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Clinically he was dead |
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But the motor inside his head was still working |
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So they plugged him into a machine |
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And let his brain dream |
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But people cannot tell you |
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There's no way around it |
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People cannot tell you |
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There's no life without that |
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And it's another prank call |
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In the middle of the night |
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And it's a silver white moon |
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And it still shines bright |
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And it's another prank call |
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Why don't you put up a fight |
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And dream on |
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Dream on |
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Dream on |
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Clinically I was dead |
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But the modem inside my head was still working |
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So they put me into a machine |
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And let my brain dream |
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So people cannot tell you |
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There's no way around it |
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And people cannot tell you |
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That there's no life without that |
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And it's another prank call |
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In the middle of the night |
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And it's a silver white moon |
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And it still shines bright |
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And it's another prank call |
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Why don't you put up a fight |
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And dream on |
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Dream on |
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Dream on |
