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And with these words you ask for justice?
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And do your deeds make you feel better?
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The sound of voices echoes deep into the touch
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of my fingers, fragile, asking questions
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You seemed like yourself...
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until you slaughtered,
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until you raped these feelings,
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until you couldn't tell apart,
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what true and what false is in your life,
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what dream or what reality is in your sleep.
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And then you see them rising
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Born into your sleep
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Rising towards your horizon
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Feel these
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Dead souls dreaming
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in your sleep
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Last night I heard you speaking,
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whisper in your sleep
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You were talking about strangers,
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longing for your dreams
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Dead souls dreaming
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| Diary Of Dreams |
