Look in my eyes I'll make you see
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We're drifting aimlessly
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Blind in a world of make believe
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Hear them sing their songs off key n' nod like they agree
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Buying the needs to be discreet
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I've got no hand in matters worldly
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I hardly care at all
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What's going on fails to concern me
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'Cause I'm locked behind my wall
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But you know what drives me out
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Out of my mind oh
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It's whatever makes you see
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Makes you believe
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And forget about the premonition you need to conceive
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The images they sell are Illusion and Dream
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In other words dishonesty
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If I speak ill please, humour me
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Won't rant on endlessly
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Just thought I'd try to make you see
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It doesn't solve a thing to dress it, in a pretty gown
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A stone will not need you to guess if, you're still going to drown
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So you know what drives me out
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Out of my mind, oh
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It's whatever makes you see, makes you believe
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And forget about the premonition you need to conceive
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The images they sell are Illusion & Dream
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In other words dishonesty
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So can you name your demon?
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Understand it's scheming
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I raise my glass and say "Here's to you"
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Can you chase your demon?
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Or will it take your freedom?
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I raise my glass and say "Here's to you"
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I've got no hand in matters worldly
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I hardly care at all
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What's going on fails to concern me
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'Cause I'm locked behind my wall
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But you know what drives me out
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Out of my mind oh
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It's whatever makes you see
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Makes you believe
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And forget about the premonition you need to conceive
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That the images they sell are Illusion and Dream
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In other words dishonesty
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So whatever makes you see
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Makes you believe
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And forget about the premonition you need to conceive
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The images they sell are Illusion and Dream
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In other words dishonesty
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With silence comes peace
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With peace comes freedom
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With freedom comes silence
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Illusion & Dream
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| Poets Of The Fall |
