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Woke up on a weekend dream |
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scared from pictures I have seen |
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Afraid of things that Hide away |
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Deep in my soul, I start to break |
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My dreams end of future |
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I will be real, or just illision |
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in dreams like good hurt cause my hate hurt |
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I realize it's my own nature |
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My soul be there to fly |
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To go in bloodrage far away |
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my forces call you my eyes is blind |
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you'd be done to evil try to pray |
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my windows open I may broked in |
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A sin to free me from my sin |
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all of my dream have been a pain |
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from the darkest pain |
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all of this wicked dream is scared from the church I have seen |
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Afraid of things that hide away deep in my soul |
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I start to pray |
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my soul be there to fly |
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to call the bloodrage far away |
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my forces call you my eyes is blind |
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you,d be done to evil, try to pray |
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my soul be there to fly |
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to call the bloodrage far away |
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my forces call you my eyes is blind |
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you,d be done to evil, try to pray |