| Enveloped in a sentiment
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| A sound that rushes over me
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| Engage an impulse to pretend
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| I have a faith as pure
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| Not forgetting what it means to dream
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| Indulging everything
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| Entertaining thoughts that I’ve the strength
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| Of those I yearn to be
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| Cheers and tribute greet the saviours
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| Reckless thoughts survive
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| Anachronistic and impulsive
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| And what will happen? |
| Will I dream?
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| I am too scared to close my eyes
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| For a second, please hold me
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| None can change in me these things that I believe
|
| But I don’t know what happens now
|
| I am too scared to close my eyes
|
| And what will happen? |
| Will I dream?
|
| I am too scared to close my eyes
|
| For a second, please hold me
|
| None can change in me these things that I believe
|
| But I don’t know what happens now
|
| I am too scared to close my eyes
|
| Enveloped in a sentiment
|
| A sound that rushes over me
|
| Engage an impulse to pretend
|
| I have a faith as pure
|
| Cheers and tribute greet the saviours
|
| Reckless thoughts survive
|
| Anachronistic and impulsive
|
| And what will happen? |
| Will I dream?
|
| I am too scared to close my eyes
|
| For a second, please hold me
|
| None can change in me these things that I believe
|
| But I don’t know what happens now
|
| I am too scared to close my eyes |