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Lyricist: Bombay Bicycle Club
Lyrics:
When I turn out, not a word out It's my reality Then I curl up, it won't take much To stand in front and see I got that ego, what do I know? It don't mean much to me Fall away now, on my way down It's all I know and I can hardly speak
There's a lighthouse, I can hide out Staring out to sea Shine a word through, did it reach you? Or echo back to me? I got that ego, what do I know? When I can hardly see Fall away now, on my way down It's all I know and I can hardly speak A picture on the wall Looking back at me And I can't even talk I'm floating in a dream
I'm floating in a dream
You say I've a bent tooth Well, I don't even like you Want me to leave my cocoon Where does that leave you? You say you can see my bones But I can see right through you Too many faces to please I can't see a place for me I come home to write it all (for me) I come home to write it all (for me) I come home to write it all (for me) I come home, I come home I come home to write it all (a picture on the wall) I come home to write it all (looking back at me) I come home to write it all (and I can't even talk) I come home, I come home (I'm floating in a dream)
I'm floating in a dream
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