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It's two o'clock on the edge of the morning
She's running magical circles around my head
I hitch a ride on a dream she's driving
She turns to kiss me, I crash back into bed
Across the street on a grayed out Monday
I see the girl with the eyes I can't describe
And suddenly it's a perfect Sunday
And everything is more real than life

I think I'm back in the dream
I think I'm back on the ceiling
It's such a beautiful feeling

Going up
She lights me up
She breaks me up
She lifts me up

You find a mystery bound in perfection
You've got to read,
But you don't wanna reach the end
'Cause what if everything beautiful's fiction
And this reality's just pretend?

Then I'm back in the dream
I think I'm back on the ceiling
It's such a beautiful feeling

Going up
She lights me up
She breaks me up
She lifts me up

Up to the stars she shows me
Dame Street, George's Street, miles below me
Up where the world won't let us down
Oh

Going up
(It's two o'clock on the edge of the morning)
She lights me up
(She's running magical circles around my head)
She breaks me up
(I hitch a ride on a dream she's driving)
She lifts me up

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