waiting (and waiting)

One night when I was asleep
I Had a dream I could fly
I Felt the cold on my skin
Then I open my eyes
So I jumped out of bed
Went down the fire escape
Now I'm laid out on the street
I wasn't Runnin Away
From something I could control
It was inside of me
I didn't know where to go but
I decided to leave
I still remember that night
I've never been the same
Still wonder if I could fly
Was it just a dream

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