All good books have one thing in common
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they tell you that these dreams are not just dreams
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thus confirming the extent of our depression
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and the sole intention...
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All my dreams are truly wicked
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if I cannot destroy it I have to defeat it
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the high road obscured in the blink of an eye
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as I pour myself another drink...
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I've been chasing the dragon for such a long, long
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time...
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I keep flirting with the devil, the primeval muse of all
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my rhymes
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All my wicked deeds are but suppressed needs...
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my vile endeavour is grace under pressure
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I pour myself another drink
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and close my eyes...
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I've been chasing the dragon for such a long, long
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time...
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I keep flirting with the devil, the primeval muse of all
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my rhymes
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if you' chase the dragon with me, we'll be soaring
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through a fucking vacuum
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we'll have a blast, we'll laugh and glow
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it'll be a woo ho-ho with vast amounts of blow
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Severely Flawed
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Enslavement Of Beauty |