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Dreamscapes
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Traveling time
A tick outta line
Out my mind
Looking around
Looking for sound
I found it
Now what happens
Hold me in this minute
It may trigger something in me
Never really clean
With the thoughts and the dreamscapes
Caught up in the relay
Constant decay I just may or may not
Lose it till I'm lost and down
Circling the spot up on my map
I'm ready to blast 'em
Yeah we ride out moving past them
Fools out class em
Used to laugh when I came with the words
Running running running
Nothing chasing; Always something
Demon waiting in my basement
Thinking, contemplating my downfall
Fuck around and hit the wall
Picking up pieces
no sleeping lights off
Traveling time
A tick outta line
Out my mind
Looking around
Looking for sound
I found it
Now what happens
Hold me in this minute
It may trigger something in me
Never really clean
With the thoughts and the dreamscapes
Caught up in the relay
Constant decay I just may or may not
Lose it till I'm lost and down
Circling the spot up on my map
I'm ready to blast 'em
Yeah we ride out moving past them
Fools out class em
Used to laugh when I came with the words
Running running running
Nothing chasing; Always something
Demon waiting in my basement
Thinking, contemplating my downfall
Fuck around and hit the wall
Picking up pieces
no sleeping lights off
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