I took the same route to school.
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I’m almost late again, even though I woke up at six AM.
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I’ve been dreaming of something that right now is still nothing
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but it could become my world once the day is through.
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She could become my everything or a whisper in my ear
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across a highway. I would cross a highway to catch you.
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To catch you would be all that I can honestly ask for from you.
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It’s something about the way she falls back asleep.
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It’s eight-thirty and in her textbook she’s waist deep.
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And it could be a sign when she wakes up she’s looking at me.
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Right at me.
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And I don’t know how many times
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that I would have to ask her if I’m dreaming.
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The way her hair falls on top of her shoulders
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makes me feel like screaming.
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Dreaming
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| Man Overboard |
