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Out of Our DreamOnce again lost in self inflictness and piteous, I strangle the light of everything. I’ve stripped down all other views, I strip down the good for blues, squeezing the light out of our dream. All of your solutions keeping me awake. All of my confusions keeping you awake. Still search for the dreams I’ve got, still search for the things not lost, I strangle the light of everything. Sins you predict falls in. Tongues twitch in our silent film, squeezing the light out of our dream. All of your solutions keeping me awake. All of my confusions keeping you awake.
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