| 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 |