My dreams are cruel to me
Every three-to-four weeks
Yeah, they stunt my heart
Make it fall to my feet, to the floor
Out of beat, beat, beat, beat, beat, beat, beat
Oh, my dreams, oh, can wake me
By emotions that I see
Oh, I get so convinced I may be blind
Where is the realization in all of this rhyme?
Oh, that I'm only asleep
So then why
Isn't my mind the best when it is
When it is at rest?
My dreams make me feel
Oh, lord, could this be real?
Or are these dreams within, of without, or masked by some unkept doubt?
Oh
Oh, my dreams
Oh, they, they won't quit
Oh, my conscious can take a hit
Oh, these thoughts they bend
Oh, and they, they will mend
Oh, but starts turn out
Oh, yeah, starts turn out
To be the end
I'm only asleep
I'm only asleep
But I'm only asleep
I'm only asleep
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