| In the dark, I’m falling
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| I can hear the angels calling
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| And they’re sending me their wishes
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| And their praise
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| Blushing cheeks and soft skin
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| Rows of houses that we slept in
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| Never quite like I remembered
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| In my head
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| Do you find illusion soothing?
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| Is it just myself I’m feeling?
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| Maybe there will be pain and bruises
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| But it feels like flowers blooming
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| This is not the same as in my dreams
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| This is not the same as in my dreams
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| Place and time are brighter
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| Space between us getting wider
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| Memories of precious moments
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| Stay behind
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| Do you find illusion soothing?
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| Is it just myself I’m feeling?
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| Maybe there will be pain and bruises
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| But it feels like flowers blooming
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| This is not the same as in my dreams
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| This is not the same as in my dreams
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| This is not the same as in my dreams
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| This is not the same as in my dreams
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| That is my perfect day
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| Oh, it’s slipping away
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| Fading back to the place
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| My impressions of grace
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| That is my perfect day
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| Oh, it’s slipping away
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| Fading back to the place
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| My impressions
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| This is not the same as in my dreams
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| This is not the same as in my dreams
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| This is not the same as in my dreams
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| This is not the same as in my dreams
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| This is not the same as in my dreams |