| I wonder why we’ve made the world so complicated?
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| I wonder why we’ve made it
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| False enough to hate it?
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| We are pretending, never meaning what we say…
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| Why do we play this game?
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| Can’t live another way?
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| Only in dreams we become what we want to be…
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| I long to be gone at least till dawn
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| In reality of dreams.
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| To be just me
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| In reality of dreams.
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| Why cannot we be real and open minds freely,
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| Expressing our feelings
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| Without having fear?
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| And why do we believe we cannot be sincere,
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| Be simple and be clear,
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| Be just what we appear?!
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| Only in dreams we live the way we want to live…
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| I long to be gone at least till dawn
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| In reality of dreams.
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| To be just me
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| In reality of dreams that set me free.
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| Dreams that are so sweet to me.
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| I’m gone in reality of dreams.
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| In reality of dreams. |