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lyrics
Some nights are full of fright
But those are rare and when they scare
They tear me down and make me drown
I wish I had somewhere to run, some air to breath
I wish I had some air to breath down underneath
Some dreams I want to have on my own
They throw me a bone
Next minute they're gone
Next turn I'm alone just waiting for dawn
Clean slate every time
Myself in my prime
Commit any crime
That's made by design
I forgot what's real
Which side does it feel to be the real deal
Feel to me for real
I might never find the ideal
Which place does it feel to be the real deal
Feel to me for real
Some trips I'd like to share
Make others aware of their glare
But somewhere I swear and telling myself
Oh I'm telling myself
That this time will be different
Yeah, this time it's different
So now I chose from this juxtapose
No cons, all pros
But I should have known better when a problem arose
I chose the dream
I broke the seam
So now I scream
And no one knows
I forgot what's real
Which side does it feel to be the real deal
Feel to me for real
I might never find the ideal
Which place does it feel to be the real deal
Feel to me for real
I forgot what's real
Which side does it feel to be the real deal
Feel to me for real
I might never find the ideal
Which place does it feel to be the real deal
Feel for which I would kill
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