| When you dream a lot it happens that reality
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| Becomes confused with fantasy
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| And while you’re saying
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| «do not believe it’s all like that
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| All is different from how you
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| Imagine it"your heart howls a weeping of pain
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| 'Cause it knows that will never exist
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| A reality wonderful like a dream,
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| Will not ever & exist!
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| When the obsession takes you
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| Every night I try the spell of my rhyme
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| Hemmed in by void, collapsing the day
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| Vanishing in the delicious state of mania
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| Desire of accepting this living world but we can’t
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| Giddying me 'cause of the pointed thoughts in my brain
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| Open the dream’s eyes and only dive in
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| An overture of what expects me in a dream
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| Soil, ink, ills, stroke the hatred of tomorrow
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| Sky, white, health, lies… of tomorrow
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| Sun, death, dawn, stroke the hatred of tomorrow
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| Moon, life, dusk, lies… of tomorrow
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| A roving in my brain, ending with the cleaning sunrise
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| A roving in my brain…
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| … Sham of perfection
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| I live with echoes' filters
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| 'Cause this world is not enough for me now.
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| When the obsession takes you
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| Every night I try the spell of my rhyme
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| Hemmed in by void, collapsing the day
|
| Vanishing in the delicious state of mania
|
| Desire of accepting this living world but we can’t
|
| Giddying me 'cause of the pointed thoughts in my brain
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| Open the dream’s eyes and only dive in
|
| An overture of what expects me in a dream
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| Soil, ink, ills, stroke the hatred of tomorrow
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| Sky, white, health, lies… of tomorrow
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| Sun, death, dawn, stroke the hatred of tomorrow
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| Moon, life, dusk, lies… sham of perfection
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| A roving in my brain, ending with the cleaning sunrise
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| A roving in my brain…
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| … Sham of perfection
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| I live with echoes' filters
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| 'Cause this world is not enough for me now.
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| It’s my sham of perfection.
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| When you dream a lot it happens that reality
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| Becomes confused with fantasy
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| And while you’re saying
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| «do not believe it’s all like that
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| All is different from how you
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| Imagine it"your heart howls a weeping of pain
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| 'Cause it knows that will never exist
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| A reality wonderful like a dream,
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| Will not ever exist… |