| This one is dedicated to the dreamers
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| Most people see things that are there and ask why
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| Dreamers, see things that aren’t there and ask why not
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| I’m dreamin' with you
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| I once knew a girl who on the surface was as solid as a rock
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| Future full of promise and mind seemed stronger than an ox
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| Face of beauty and a tongue was as honest as it got
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| That wasn’t what is was, problem rock bottom she was lost
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| I couldn’t see this sweet genius was full of secrets
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| Full of demons that pulled her deeper in this pool of leeches
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| Confused by the news, I was bruised when they told me
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| It concludes to the truth, was she consumed by the loneliness?
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| She was a true queen, nothing like Elizabeth
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| Often caught her starin' into space with a distant look
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| Considerate but detached from others even when intimate
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| Now I’m searchin' for answers I’d never find in a book
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| Last time I saw her, before the day she took her life
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| I wish I fixed her pain, I shoulda, coulda, woulda tried
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| But I took it personally and turned to leave
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| And to this day I’m still haunted by the words she screamed…
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| Sometimes I really really hate myself
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| Sometimes I wish that I could change myself
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| Sometimes I don’t wanna give no more
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| And sometimes I just don’t wanna live no more
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| Sometimes I don’t know where to call for help
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| Sometimes I don’t really know myself
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| Sometimes I wish that I could fly away
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| And find away to a brighter day
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| They say that life is a question and death is the answer
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| But Niko lost his brother and Rewds lost his father
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| God bless your souls please know that I love you both
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| They say time heals but the pain still doesn’t go
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| I’ve seen my brother die and seen my mother cry
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| Seen the wind change in the flutter of a butterfly
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| Seen people get sectioned for life, I think and wonder
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| A small twist of fate, that could’ve been my brother
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| 25 years a life could say thus far
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| I always have wondered who the sane ones are
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| Though I live by the words «fear not», I’m afraid
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| When I wrote this so many tears dropped on the page
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| It’s mad how death always manifests in the weirdest ways
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| Won’t go near the grave but in my dreams he appears the same
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| Then I get closer and see his face, it’s clear as day
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| He looks me deep in the eyes and I hear him say…
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| Sometimes I really really hate myself
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| Sometimes I wish that I could change myself
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| Sometimes I don’t wanna give no more
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| And sometimes I just don’t wanna live no more
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| Sometimes I don’t know where to go for help
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| Sometimes I don’t really know myself
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| Sometimes I wish that I could fly away
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| And find away to a brighter day |