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I cried myself to sleep last night
I guess you never really cared
I cried myself to sleep last night
I thought that you were there

I dreamed that I was useful
I was actually loved
I dreamed that I was useful
Then I almost left the earth

Your image was my friend
That's the way it seemed
Your image was my friend
Now I'm left in one big dream

Life is one big dream
We play it as we go
Life is one big game
That I will never know

I guess that's what I get for playing...
Written by MorticiansDaughter (JakeDraven)
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