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A true story about the same dream i have had almost every night as long as i can remember.
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Whats to Come
Way Up high trying to fly
shake and sigh for asking why
Call my name to place my blame too
Carve my name into the knife
These dreams of mine are not much fun
this place is a taste of whats to come
I walk then i run some
Trade my car in for a board
love a girl to be ignored
call my name through endless hallways
search for something that doesnt exist
Try to fade into the crowd
This place is a taste of whats to come
What a conundrum
All of the words are so jumbled absurd
and all of the worlds that i visit, unsure
my destiny messed with me
the rest was a test to me
whatever else happens... its all just a guess to me
please
These dreams of mine are not much fun
this place is a taste of whats to come
i walk then i run some
I wake up wondering why
all these things are stuck in my mind
what i search for
cant be much more
than just something missing in life
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