Things that the doctor said
Truth that the liars know
Words that the author writes
The Lives that the movies show
When mother nature breathes
The rustling in the trees
From these which we build our homes
The fabric in which we're sown
The Harbingers of our sleep
The dreams that our memory keeps
Lucid I walk a hill
And rest by a windowsill
And the bird sits beside me there
And tells me to be aware
Cause though im a gentle sole,
I come from a pack of wolves, Hey
Woah, Woah
Woah, Woah
Things that the doctor said
Truth that the liars know
Words that the author writes
The Lives that the movies show
When mother nature breathes
The rustling in the trees
From these which we build our homes
The fabric in which we're sown
The Harbingers of our sleep
The dreams that our memory keeps
Lucid I walk a hill
And rest by a windowsill
And the bird sits beside me there
And tells me to be aware
Cause though im a gentle sole,
I come from a pack of wolves, Hey
Woah, Woah
Woah, Woah
Woah, Woah
Woah, Woah
Woah, Woah

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