| My own life’s a dream I make believe
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| A veil of blood ties, a worn out elegy
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| It won’t hurt, it won’t hurt anymore
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| My dark night, your mood is on the wane
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| And dawn will set her light to bring me home again
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| It won’t hurt, it won’t hurt anymore
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| When half the world lies alone in all their dreams
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| I’ll see the curtain rise with all tomorrow brings
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| It won’t hurt, it won’t hurt, it won’t hurt anymore, anymore
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| My own life, a dream I make believe
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| A veil of blood ties, a worn out elegy
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| My own life, a worn out elegy
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| My own life, a dream I make believe |