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This is the story of a reoccuring dream Some other images cut inbetween Endlessly seeking for identitiy Of what there is and what there seems to be Do i am just what i recall Do i own waht belongs to all A sunken ship that carries jewelry and gold I`d love to get it but the water is much to cold
I`m going down through a poke in my vein I`m moving up to where i`m going insane Caught in the middle for it`s too high a stake I`m popping out of my rebirthday cake I`m shooting up through a whole in my head See me falling through the safety net No boundaries no strings attached I am free so don`t you mess with me
Sing a loud song And draw a few lines The world is a mess And i feel fine Tell a crude joke About the sign of the times Have faith and you can sleep with snakes
This is the story of a reoccuring dream Some other images cut inbetween Endlessly seeking for identitiy Of what there is and what there seems to be Do i am just what i recall Do i own waht belongs to all A sunken ship that carries jewelry and gold I`d love to get it but the water is much to cold Stuck in the middle i can barely move I feel my feet are marching to the good groove I hear my heart is pounding on the right spot Hell i`m free so don`t you mess with me
Sing a loud song And draw a few lines The world is a mess And i feel fine Tell a crude joke About the sign of the times Have faith and you can sleep with snakes
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