Will I wake up
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Is it a dream I made up
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No I guess it's reality
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What will chance us or will we mess up our only chance to connect with a dream
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Say a prayer for me I'm buried by the sound
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In a world of human wreckage
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I'm lost and I'm found and I can't touch the ground
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I'm plowed into the sound
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To see wide open with a head that's broken
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Hang a life on a tragedy
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Plow me under the ground
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That covers the message that is the seed
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Plowed
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| Evergreen Terrace |
