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Hold my hand while we fly-over dream-land, |
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A microscopic conversation |
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Providince sits laughing like a candle, |
| [02:16.751] |
Watching inside a window |
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We don't seem to have dreams, like a lever, only, |
| [02:25.336] |
I got lost in my head, just above a whisper. |
| [02:31.092] |
I feel sick inside my tree, so many take advantage. |
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A disguised cry so frank and lonely, |
| [02:38.874] |
No one round to calm my hurting heart |
| [02:42.812] |
I didn't wake, i only broke inside our head |
