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This morning's no more disorienting |
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Than any morning before |
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But the walls imposing |
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Now are laughing hysterically |
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So I argued with the mirror |
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Over the validity of this dream |
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You know that nothing you see is real |
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Surely this can't be real |
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I gotta get up, get out of here |
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I think I'm starting to like this |
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It's really quite fun to fight the fear |
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I think I'm starting to like this |
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I ran through the floor's hands |
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They clawed at me |
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Like the sand beneath the ocean |
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and the monsters of the deep... |
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You know that nothing you see is real |
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Surely this can't be real |
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I gotta get up, get out of here |
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I think I'm starting to like this |
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It's really quite fun to fight the fear |
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I think I'm starting to like this |
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I gotta get up, get out of here |
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I think I'm starting to like this |
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It's really quite fun to fight the fear |
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I think I'm starting to like this |
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I gotta get up, get out of here |
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I think I'm starting to like this |
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It's really quite fun to fight the fear |
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I think I'm starting to like this |
