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With a start, I woke up again

Realising it was a dream, much to my disdain

So I got out of bed, and caught the first train

But halfway down the journey, I developed a migrain.

It gets louder and louder, inside my brain

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With a start, I woke up again

Realising it was a dream, much to my disdain

So I got out of bed, and caught the first train

But halfway down the journey, I developed a migrain.

It gets louder and louder, inside my brain

'Til I opened my mouth, wide as a sea is deep, and all my inner insecurities came streaming and pouring out,

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With a start, I woke up again

Realising it was a dream, much to my disdain

So I got out of bed, and caught the first train

But halfway down the journey, I developed a migrain.

It gets louder and louder, inside my brain

'Til I opened my mouth, wide as a sea is deep, and all my inner insecurities came streaming and pouring out,

Because I had no idea, what my dream was about...

I wanted to cry, I wanted to shout

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The words necessary wouldn't leave my mouth.

And as the water filled my mouth, it couldn't wash the echoes out

I wondered what these echoes were and what they were about

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The words necessary wouldn't leave my mouth.

And as the water filled my mouth, it couldn't wash the echoes out

I wondered what these echoes were and what they were about

But when going after them, there were no echoes left to rout

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The words necessary wouldn't leave my mouth.

And as the water filled my mouth, it couldn't wash the echoes out

I wondered what these echoes were and what they were about

But when going after them, there were no echoes left to rout

I swallow the sound and it swallows me whole, Till there's nothing left inside my soul

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The words necessary wouldn't leave my mouth.

And as the water filled my mouth, it couldn't wash the echoes out

I wondered what these echoes were and what they were about

But when going after them, there were no echoes left to rout

I swallow the sound and it swallows me whole, Till there's nothing left inside my soul

But suddenly I'm hit by a flying lump of coal

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The words necessary wouldn't leave my mouth.

And as the water filled my mouth, it couldn't wash the echoes out

I wondered what these echoes were and what they were about

But when going after them, there were no echoes left to rout

I swallow the sound and it swallows me whole, Till there's nothing left inside my soul

But suddenly I'm hit by a flying lump of coal

A bump on my head, next to a mole, I finally found my destined role

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As I fell into a fire; I realise I must stop, drop, and roll.

Rolling offered no help, so I stopped and dropped into a well's hole

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On that shoal I found a little Bowl

I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hollow ground, and howl

Sweating, bleeding, crying, screaming:„ Something here is foul! ”

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On that shoal I found a little Bowl

I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hollow ground, and howl

Sweating, bleeding, crying, screaming:„ Something here is foul! â€

Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins

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On that shoal I found a little Bowl

I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hollow ground, and howl

Sweating, bleeding, crying, screaming:„ Something here is foul! ”

Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins

And its motherlessness bows, and flies, away, with the cranes

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On that shoal I found a little Bowl

I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hollow ground, and howl

Sweating, bleeding, crying, screaming:„ Something here is foul! â€

Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins

And its motherlessness bows, and flies, away, with the cranes

I see the blossoms broke and wet after the rain

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On that shoal I found a little Bowl

I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hollow ground, and howl

Sweating, bleeding, crying, screaming:„ Something here is foul! ”

Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins

And its motherlessness bows, and flies, away, with the cranes

I see the blossoms broke and wet after the rain

And I'll never see them with you again.


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