| You close your eyes and try to recall
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| But can only glimpse the splintered pieces of the whole
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| Try to catch them and they drift out of sight
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| The Image Faded
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| Unclear after all this time
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| Begin scrabbling for inspired fiction
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| Subconscious fabricates a distorted scene of the story you left behind
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| Living your life in a dream
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| Of the day that never comes
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| A fantasy so clear
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| Only to wake and find…
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| … Nothing can live up to this
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| The images in your head
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| Start to believe it and you’re losing your grip
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| Addicted to a made up world
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| Now indifferent to your waking life
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| You pray for endless night
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| Keep your head in the clouds and your life will pass you by
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| Living your life in a dream
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| Of the day that never comes
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| A fantasy so clear
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| Only to wake and find it never was
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| With every sleep you return
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| To the day that never comes
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| But always wake to find it never was
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| Living your life in a dream
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| Of the day that never comes
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| A fantasy so clear
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| Only to wake and find it never was
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| With every sleep you return
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| To the day that never comes |
| But always wake to find it never was |