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real things, in false signs |
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give me the right to see things not really in front of me |
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when only the trees appear as something more |
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the cones, so bright, become the things i can't ignore |
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hello headlights, you've always been good to me |
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but tonight there's a different look in your eye |
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those dogs in the road are asleep for the night |
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they'll be gone in the morning |
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how much will it be to get me to the rides? |
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to wrap me in the suns and paint my willing eyes? |
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and what will i need to get me on the dinosaur ride? |
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those dinosaurs that stop through my brain |
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are driving me insane |
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the deeper that i dive, the water flows inside |
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the harder they pound, as my skulls their ground |
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and what will i need to get me on the dinosaur ride? |
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what will i need? |