| Can you now imagine your life
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| Desolate, detached, and all alone
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| Your best friend is your desperation
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| In a world of unbelievers
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| How are we to keep our dreams alive
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| Sometimes escape seems like the answer
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| Take one last chance
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| A chance to start it over
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| Somewhere, somehow
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| A place we all belong
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| Within this land of shattered dreams
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| Where the days seem never-ending
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| Can you ask yourself tonight, what it means
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| Can we really leave this world behind
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| For just a moment in a lifetime
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| And a chance to be free
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| From our reality
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| Who said that what we all see
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| Is exactly what we must believe
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| Sometimes it’s hard to know the difference
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| In a world of mass illusion
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| Who are we to question what is real
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| Sometimes it feels like mass confusion
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| Take one last chance
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| A chance to start it over
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| Somewhere, somehow
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| A place we all belong
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| Within this land of shattered dreams
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| Where the days seem never-ending
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| Can you ask yourself tonight what it means
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| Can we really leave this world behind
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| For just a moment in a lifetime
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| And a chance to be free
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| From our reality
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| Take one last chance
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| A chance to start it over
|
| Somewhere, somehow
|
| A place we all belong
|
| Within this land of shattered dreams
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| Where the days seem never-ending
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| Can you ask yourself tonight what it means
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| Can we really leave this world behind
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| For just a moment in a lifetime
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| And a chance to be free
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| From our reality |