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See the man of hungry mind |
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Never had a dream to call his own |
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His sin in form of thought |
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He lived to milk the minds of the blind |
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To rule the sea of imagination |
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And the sanity assassin |
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Is coming down to steal your mind |
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So he takes an innocent's vision |
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The blind lead the blind, they say |
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Meet the sanity assassin |
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A trick of mind or the devil's whim |
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On the way to tomorrow's dream |
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He's fading away |
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See the man with the empty soul |
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Never had a face or will of his own |
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So he took another's pride |
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And he made a mask of faults |
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Defensive anger and false emotion |
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And the sanity assassin |
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Is coming down in a stream of black |
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So he takes what he cannot live |
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The black leads the blind astray |
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Meet the sanity assassin |
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A trick of mind or the devil's whim |
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On the way to tomorrow's dream |
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He's fading away |
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Sing your sweet poison, stealer of dreams |
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Bleed your sweet anguish and the form of dreams are born |
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Don't be afraid to dream outside the lines |
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Don't be afraid of painting pictures within your mind |
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Don't be afraid, your path is not of sorrow |
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Don't be afraid, dreams are immortal |
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Rise in the coming tide |
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Wave after wave of sleep crushing down |
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Hopes of the weakened and knowing |
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Awash in the undertow, falling away |
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Listen as the tale begins to now unweave |
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The will of strong mind he'll never deceive |
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I speak the words to lay me down, I am ever strong |
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Against the all-knowing thief of imagination |
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Dreams are immortal |