| At night is where your lucid dreams begin to spawn
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| Is your perception of this journey misinformed?
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| Walking blind to the eye of the storm
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| Sworn by the depths I don’t know anymore
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| Wake up, just be warned, life is like a bed of thorns
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| You are so unmotivated
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| Why don’t you never take the blame?
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| Just hold things back, are you looking forward?
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| You wanna play the game, but I’ve already won that
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| (What? What?) You don’t like what I say?
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| (What? What?) It doesn’t matter anyway
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| (What? What?) What the fuck are you waiting for?
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| Your dreams are on the floor, like
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| Dreamcatcher, where are your dreams?
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| Are you waiting for me to begin?
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| You’ve got a glass mind clear for the world to see
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| What may be foggy for you is transparent to me
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| I can’t change, there’s a bounty on my head
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| I’m an easy target but your shots don’t leave me dead
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| I’d rather have a vision, be the hunter, have a reason
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| Not the inferior, just an inner demon
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| Driving me, fighting me until my last breath
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| Until my last breath
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| Until my last breath
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| You are so unmotivated
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| Why don’t you never take the blame?
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| Just hold things back, are you looking forward?
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| You wanna play the game, but I’ve already won that
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| (What? What?) You don’t like what I say?
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| (What? What?) It doesn’t matter anyway
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| (What? What?) What the fuck are you waiting for?
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| Your dreams are on the floor, like
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| Dreamcatcher, where are your dreams?
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| Are you waiting for me to begin?
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| My nightmares are surrounded by the thoughts of disgust
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| When your mind begins to wonder you’re just out of luck
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| I can picture all those thoughts you steal turning to rust
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| It isn’t quite as funny when your dreams turn to dust, like
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| I don’t even know your name, I can see it in your face
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| Hearing all the same shit it’s driving me insane
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| With your fingers crossed you’ve made your pact
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| So wait until this world stabs you in the back
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| Everything is turning black
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| Everything is turning black
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| Walking blind to the eye of the storm
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| Sworn by the depths I don’t know anymore now
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| Wake up, just be warned, life is like a bed of thorns |