| Seems that I have been held, in some dreaming state
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| A tourist in the waking world, never quite awake
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| No kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber
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| Until I realise that it was you who held me under
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| Felt it in my fist, in my feet, in the hollows of my eyelids
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| Shaking through my skull, through my spine and down through my ribs
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| No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone
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| No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
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| No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
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| No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
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| No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world
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| And I could hear the thunder and see the lightning crack
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| All around the world was waking, I never could go back
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| Cos all the walls of dreaming, they were torn right open
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| And finally it seemed that the spell was broken
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| And all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open
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| And all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open
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| No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone
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| No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
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| No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
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| No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
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| No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world
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| Snow White's stitching up the circuitboards
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| Synapse slipping through the hidden door
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| Snow White's stitching up the circuitboard
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| No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone
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| No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
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| No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
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| No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
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| No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world
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| Snow White's stitching up the circuitboards
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| Synapse slipping through the hidden door
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| Snow White's stitching up the circuitboard
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| Synapse slipping through the hidden door |