It Must All Be In My Head
when the whispers take form
and that's not a cartoon hero
and they see my dreams
yea the little fat men
she says he gets it first
and no matter the path i take
it all comes back to
is this just my dream
or a coma
or delusion
and how can what i see and feel
reflect on the radio/tv
there's one way to find out
but something screams
there still something hear for me
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