| White sand and lilac snow
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| Insults my eyes, I miss the meadows
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| I fear my beautiful dreams
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| For they take me back to when my spirit was free
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| These memories, they rip away at me
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| I fear my beautiful dreams
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| They take me back, gift me my memories
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| I fear my beautiful dreams
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| They take me back, but I’d rather forget
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| Head trauma, amnesia
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| I bite on the heels of my captor
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| If only for a second he would lose his cool and break
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| He’d cave my head in true, save me from the torture that’s due
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| If I didn’t die, god forbid I would survive
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| Then the brainless husk would inevitably take my place
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| You take it for granted
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| The will to survive
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| You take it for granted
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| Till you’re yearning to die
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| Cold hearts don’t thaw
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| I’m lonely forever
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| In this world of pain
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| Your emotions will drag you down
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| Makes it harder to disassociate |