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I see clearly all my dreams |
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(you imagine your whole life) |
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I know chance is always near |
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(with a mind full of conceit) |
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Make my own reality |
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(do you even know the truth) |
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just imagine |
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Boundaries are open |
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Cause you cannot control this |
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(dreams keep slipping from my hands) |
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My reality differs from yours |
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(I must do just what I feel) |
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The power of imagination is strong |
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(keep trying, again and again) |
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So we only try to imagine |
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Will the force be so strong it will control one's mind? |
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Will this power delude or widen the madness that renders blind? |
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So the frontiers of our conceit |
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then will become indistinct to vanish in thin air |
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Boundaries are open |
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But don't believe it's real |
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So does faith have roots in imagination? |
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Who is right in the grim and endless fight for revelation? |
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I cannot tell what's right or wrong |
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For we all dwell in imaginary borderland |
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Boundaries are open |
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But don't believe it's real |
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(x2) |
