| This is the story of a reoccuring dream
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| Some other images cut inbetween
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| Endlessly seeking for identitiy
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| Of what there is and what there seems to be
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| Do I am just what I recall
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| Do I own waht belongs to all
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| A sunken ship that carries jewelry and gold
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| I’d love to get it but the water is much to cold
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| I’m going down through a poke in my vein
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| I’m moving up to where i’m going insane
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| Caught in the middle for it’s too high a stake
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| I’m popping out of my rebirthday cake
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| I’m shooting up through a whole in my head
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| See me falling through the safety net
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| No boundaries no strings attached
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| I am free so don’t you mess with me
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| Sing a loud song
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| And draw a few lines
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| The world is a mess
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| And I feel fine
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| Tell a crude joke
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| About the sign of the times
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| Have faith and you can sleep with snakes
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| This is the story of a reoccuring dream
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| Some other images cut inbetween
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| Endlessly seeking for identitiy
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| Of what there is and what there seems to be
|
| Do I am just what I recall
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| Do I own waht belongs to all
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| A sunken ship that carries jewelry and gold
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| I’d love to get it but the water is much to cold
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| Stuck in the middle I can barely move
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| I feel my feet are marching to the good groove
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| I hear my heart is pounding on the right spot
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| Hell i’m free so don’t you mess with me
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| Sing a loud song
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| And draw a few lines
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| The world is a mess
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| And I feel fine
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| Tell a crude joke
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| About the sign of the times
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| Have faith and you can sleep with snakes |