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When you cry all night
Till youâre creating a streaming that falls forever
Itâs made of dreams
That didnât come true
And Iâm sorry, thereâs nothing more that I can do
When we get together
And take it from my fantasy and weâll re-act them
Weâll work on you
Guess we lay motionless staring at the ceiling
With back turned up against the wall
But now I clearly see
Strained to the back of my skull and Iâm shivering
All night long
And my skin is clear and you can see what Iâm thinking
Iâm thinking what Iâm about
Oh, the things Iâve been dreaming, Iâve been dreaming about you
And only you
Turn the land into eight
And bury it in a parking lot and Iâm constantly turned off
I look at the clock
And itâs turning into hours and I got nothing to look forward to
âCause I killed all the thoughts
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