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How, even now your fate is sealed |
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With the hound upon your heels, lie still |
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Tremble and the jaws could kill, now |
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How, in the terror that you feel |
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Does it touch you like the coldest steel? |
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Why is everything so real, now? |
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Fall to this premonition |
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A crystal ball of vain ambition |
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This warning keeps on calling |
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Don't ignore this fatal spore |
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Dreams |
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We can never escape |
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From our dreams |
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'Cause we're bent out of shape |
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In our dreams |
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By the terror from which we run |
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In our dreams |
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There's a matter to face |
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In our dreams |
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And there's no better place |
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Than our dreams |
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To prepare for the night to come |
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How, can you hide or run away |
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In the thunder when the rain drenched streets |
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Turn to clay beneath your feet, now |
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How, as your dreams come into play |
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Is it everything you crave could be? |
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All you were afraid to see, now |
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Crawl through this demolition |
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A catastrophic late omission |
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This warning keeps on calling |
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Can't ignore the strange rapport |
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Dreams |
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We can never escape |
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From our dreams |
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'Cause we're bent out of shape |
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In our dreams |
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By the terror from which we run |
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In our dreams |
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There's a matter to face |
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In our dreams |
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And there's no better place |
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Than our dreams |
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To prepare for the night to come |
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It's the world that is turning |
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For a cold heart of stone |
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It's only in dreams that you're never alone |
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For the candle is burning |
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And we're wiser, still learning |
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That no living creature is bad to the bone |
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In your dreams the night betrays |
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Memories you hide away |
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Dreams |
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We can never escape |
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From our dreams |
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'Cause we're bent out of shape |
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In our dreams |
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By the terror from which we run |
|
In our dreams |
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There's a matter to face |
|
In our dreams |
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And there's no better place |
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Than our dreams |
|
To prepare for the night to come |
|
Dreams |
|
We can never escape |
|
From our dreams |
|
'Cause we're bent out of shape |
|
In our dreams |
|
By the terror from which we run |
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In our dreams |
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There's a matter to face |
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In our dreams |
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And there's no better place |
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Than our dreams |
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To prepare for the night to come |
