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Through the corridors of sleep |
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Past the shadows dark and deep |
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My mind dances and leaps in confusion. |
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I don't know what is real, |
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I can't touch what I feel |
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And I hide behind the shield of my illusion. |
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So I'll continue to continue to pretend |
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My life will never end, |
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And Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall. |
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The mirror on my wall |
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Casts an image dark and small |
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But I'm not sure at all it's my reflection. |
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I am blinded by the light |
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Of God and truth and right |
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And I wander in the night without direction. |
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So I'll continue to continue to pretend |
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My life will never end, |
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And Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall. |
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It's no matter if you're born |
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To play the King or pawn |
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For the line is thinly drawn 'tween joy and sorrow, |
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So my fantasy |
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Becomes reality, |
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And I must be what I must be and face tomorrow. |
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So I'll continue to continue to pretend |
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My life will never end, |
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And Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall |
