| It’s in our mind: nothing changes
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| We drove far beyond the grids of the ancient coast which is haunted by the
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| seeds of deep hopes they woke up this morning, and they’ll grow
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| Fade in time
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| Fall asleep
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| Lay your head low and close your eyes they need it, they love it,
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| machines of sleep
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| There, these are the moments we shared, gone through places we’ve lost
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| Where no one else will ever reach such motions in time and emotions and tastes
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| but caught by the haunted, not every word is coming right
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| Not all the noises are heard in their right phases
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| These are the ghosts we fear, these are the ghost we fear
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| These are the ghosts we fear — the ones driving along our chariot
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| These are the ghosts we fear — wheels and chairs, engines and tires Windshields
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| and mirrors, driving backwards — these are the ghosts we fear
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| Machines of sleep, mellow and silent, glowing in dotted white lines yeah,
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| machines of sleep |