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Jul 11
Kiss me, I'm dreaming
And I can't stop screaming
I can't hide the scars in my soul and my heart bleeding
And Soon when I die I won't wake up and it won't be fleeting
And when I open my eyes from this vicious beating
Thats when the real nightmare and I will be meeting
Eric Martin
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Eric Martin  Canada
(Canada)   
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