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Empty bottles of wineand my nightmare begins to startKicked back while I go blindwith reality I partI walk in the smokey haze of the days of bloodshed lorewhen time was, when i was never here beforeMy body is laden downwith the wetness of the rain soaked groundand my heart beats the call of feara minister speaks of the days to comeand my ears don't want to hearA rose is place beneath my headon the realms of realityI breathe the sounds of the deadin a world of commonalityMy soul takes it flight with the clouds in the skyIt soars with bright light, I fall and then I dieI wake to find I still breatheto the sounds of the radioit was all just a dreamso the tears stop their flowa nightmarejust a nightmare
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