| Time, time wakes to suck the seconds, minutes and the days
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| Days are so surreal that
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| Waking from a dream, I’m mistaken what is real and what’s
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| Fake now, everything is the same
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| Lie awake while the world sleeps away
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| 'Cause waking dreams keep me from sleeping peacefully
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| Open my eyes to see that there is someone there
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| Then it’s gone and I’m back here again
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| Just a glimpse of an alternate reality
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| Say the words aloud «Don't tell me I don’t care.»
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| Fly, fly fast and wake with a start when you begin to fall
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| Fall hard. |
| As the realisation is
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| Dawning that we’ve already had warning: if we stand fast then the yawning
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| Will soon turn into a whirlwind
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| The light has gone and I lie here to wait for morning
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| To cast it’s light on these shadows
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| Breathing slow so I can hear every sound
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| That’s out of place or unfamiliar
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| As my eyes close I slip away through a wall of silence
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| Into a world of unknown measures where I find myself surrounded
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| But when I open up my eyes, the visions do not disappear
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| Instead they linger before dissolving into darkness
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| Dreams, dreams take every single second of the day
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| At days end they place them in a
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| Melting pot that spews like a fountain sprinkling dreams on the sleeping
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| But now they’re there when I’m waking |