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this is the story of a reoccuring dream
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some other images cut inbetween
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endlessly seeking for identitiy
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of what there is and what there seems to be
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do i am just what i recall
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do i own waht belongs to all
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a sunken ship that carries jewelry and gold
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i`d love to get it but the water is much to cold
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i`m going down through a poke in my vein
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i`m moving up to where i`m going insane
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caught in the middle for it`s too high a stake
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i`m popping out of my rebirthday cake
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i`m shooting up through a whole in my head
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see me falling through the safety net
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no boundaries no strings attached
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i am free so don`t you mess with me
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sing a loud song
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and draw a few lines
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the world is a mess
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and i feel fine
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tell a crude joke
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about the sign of the times
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have faith and you can sleep with snakes
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this is the story of a reoccuring dream
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some other images cut inbetween
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endlessly seeking for identitiy
|
of what there is and what there seems to be
|
do i am just what i recall
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do i own waht belongs to all
|
a sunken ship that carries jewelry and gold
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i`d love to get it but the water is much to cold
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stuck in the middle i can barely move
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i feel my feet are marching to the good groove
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i hear my heart is pounding on the right spot
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hell i`m free so don`t you mess with me
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sing a loud song
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and draw a few lines
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the world is a mess
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and i feel fine
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tell a crude joke
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about the sign of the times
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have faith and you can sleep with snakes
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sleep with snakes
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| rainbirds |
