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In the night my mind travels far into the other world |
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Another dream comes to mind: |
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Again. When |
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I see the land rise above my sleeping self |
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I realize a growing divide. |
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I see the way torn apart. |
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I seal the pain in my heart. |
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As the dream evolves, turns and flies beyond every path. |
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For travelling beyond the skies. |
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Of my ever growing fear of ever being one with the world before know to all mankind. |
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Think about the endless pain if |
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I could not return again to my awakened life tonight. |
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Torn between the worlds of a dream and the awakened life |
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I think of them this night... |
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Tonight I see the way torn apart. |
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I seal the pain in my heart. |
