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Is this what it's like? |
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A dream lacking serenity? |
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A wordless conversation, a "you and i" without me. |
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Well I try and i won't get far, |
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i'll die and i won't get far |
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i'll try and know that everything's ok |
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So I guess this is where I lie |
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where the days are endless and the nights, they just don't belong. |
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Dreaming my reality |
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where truth and fiction don't seem to exist |
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Confusion is home here, but believe in you is what you insist (it's what you insist) |
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Nights, don't belong, the nights, don't belong, and the nights, they just don't belong. |
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(Nights don't belong) I'll never be ok, as long as i'm dreaming a reality. |
