| How, even now your fate is sealed
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| With the hound upon your heels, lie still
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| Tremble and the jaws could kill, now
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| How, in the terror that you feel
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| Does it touch you like the coldest steel?
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| Why is everything so real, now?
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| Fall to this premonition
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| A crystal ball of vain ambition
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| This warning keeps on calling
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| Don’t ignore this fatal spore
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| Dreams
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| We can never escape
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| From our dreams
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| 'Cause we’re bent out of shape
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| In our dreams
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| By the terror from which we run
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| In our dreams
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| There’s a matter to face
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| In our dreams
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| And there’s no better place
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| Than our dreams
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| To prepare for the night to come
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| How, can you hide or run away
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| In the thunder when the rain drenched streets
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| Turn to clay beneath your feet, now
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| How, as your dreams come into play
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| Is it everything you crave could be?
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| All you were afraid to see, now
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| Crawl through this demolition
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| A catastrophic late omission
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| This warning keeps on calling
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| Can’t ignore the strange rapport
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| Dreams
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| We can never escape
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| From our dreams
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| 'Cause we’re bent out of shape
|
| In our dreams
|
| By the terror from which we run
|
| In our dreams
|
| There’s a matter to face
|
| In our dreams
|
| And there’s no better place
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| Than our dreams
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| To prepare for the night to come
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| It’s the world that is turning
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| For a cold heart of stone
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| It’s only in dreams that you’re never alone
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| For the candle is burning
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| And we’re wiser, still learning
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| That no living creature is bad to the bone
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| In your dreams the night betrays
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| Memories you hide away
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| Dreams
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| We can never escape
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| From our dreams
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| 'Cause we’re bent out of shape
|
| In our dreams
|
| By the terror from which we run
|
| In our dreams
|
| There’s a matter to face
|
| In our dreams
|
| And there’s no better place
|
| Than our dreams
|
| To prepare for the night to come
|
| Dreams
|
| We can never escape
|
| From our dreams
|
| 'Cause we’re bent out of shape
|
| In our dreams
|
| By the terror from which we run
|
| In our dreams
|
| There’s a matter to face
|
| In our dreams
|
| And there’s no better place
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| Than our dreams
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| To prepare for the night to come |