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I still dream
Existence is all I possess
I'm a world that continues to press
Head and heart divided in two teams
A world come undone at the seems
Wealth and respect gave away
Found riches another way
Secrets never to come clean
Still like a child with my dreams
All colours turn to black
No turning round no going back
Lost sight of all I've seen
Lost track of where I've been
Older than I wish to stay
Tripping over obstacles in my way
Fake niceness is just so mean
But I still hold onto the dream
I'm a world that continues to press
Head and heart divided in two teams
A world come undone at the seems
Wealth and respect gave away
Found riches another way
Secrets never to come clean
Still like a child with my dreams
All colours turn to black
No turning round no going back
Lost sight of all I've seen
Lost track of where I've been
Older than I wish to stay
Tripping over obstacles in my way
Fake niceness is just so mean
But I still hold onto the dream
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