In the cold grey-mask of morning I cry out,
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But no-one feels the sound that I shout,
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And you don't hear me through the tears you've shed,
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and the dream-world that you've found will one
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day drag you down,
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The mirror of illusion reflects the smile,
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The world from your back door seems so wide,
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The house, so tiny it is from inside,
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A box that you're still living in,
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I cannot see for why
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You think you've found perception's doors, they
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open to a lie.
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Mirror Of Illusion
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| Hawkwind |
