| I feel dizzy all laid back and I’m too blind to see
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| What’s going on outside my lonely window
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| I’m turning on the TV screen watch the news for a while
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| Then I fall back to sleep again
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| And I’m dreaming 'bout times, times that are gone
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| Times when I lived alone in my own land called ochrasy
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| That place was everything to me
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| The world I made it up you see
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| It’s all there in my fantasy
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| And I believe it
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| I’m waking up again and see that war on screen again
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| And it makes me want to go and hide
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| This world is full of misery, the anger is too big to see
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| That’s why I had to dream this dream
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| I was dreaming 'bout times, times that are gone
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| Times when I lived alone in my own land called ochrasy
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| That place was everything to me
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| The world I made it up you see
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| It’s all there in my fantasy
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| And I believe it
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| Now they come again all these soldiers without shame
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| Dressed in black and equipped with fire
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| They can stop our happy days and put us in the graves
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| But never reach the ochrasy
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| I was dreaming 'bout times, times that are gone
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| Times when I lived alone in my own land called ochrasy
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| That place was everything to me
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| The world I made it up you see
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| It’s all there in my fantasy
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| And I believe it
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| I’m waking up again and see that war on screen again
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| And it makes me want to go and hide
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| This world is full of misery the anger is too big to see
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| That’s why I had to dream this dream |