To wake up from dreams, all wrapped up in sheets
There’s lights outside and they’re the lights of reality
But I’m so easily distracted
See, I’m like a record stuck on replay
When everybody else has left the house
My thoughts set on something else
My thoughts jammed
Can’t help but bathing in the neon
And the comfort of my zone
But I’m seeing the same things and I wonder what it means
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