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Delusional
I saw another woman in my dreams the other night.
Her pain soaks through my pillow
In phantom tears I cannot feel.
If this is how the tide must turn, set me free.
The paranoia grows tiresome.
Her pain soaks through my pillow
In phantom tears I cannot feel.
If this is how the tide must turn, set me free.
The paranoia grows tiresome.
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