Well how I wonder just
What it that you are thinking

On a wintry morning in the headlights as they invade
Your dreamin

What were you dreamin?

Of a love to come or an invasion by the Demons?

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It is all of us or none of us are real we often say

But we

Are much to frightened to be believin

Too afraid to say what we want

Or that anything is needed

Midst self inflicted bleedin

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In the shangri-la

Or heaven

Call yourself whatever to you seems pleasin

But we are here

We are real

We are breathin

Breathin

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Oh sweet sister child brother mother saint good friend or heathen

You are what I know

As the one

The one

The one and only true reason

Anything has meanin

Any meanin

Any purpose

For pure feelings

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And I am here

I am here

Rambling on

On and on
On and on