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Nov 2014
When the night is old they come for me
But I wont give in I have to fight it
And if I get tired
I'll start a riot
Because I don't wanna sleep
You wont comprehend
My dreams
Or even close to understanding them
Split an 8th of shrooms
Now I'm passed the moon
Looking at the universe
Knowing all of this will end soon
Drugs made love to my nightmares
Waking up in sweat, can't even breath
Don't understand what they mean
Feels like when I sleep I get dragged underneath
The hells of flames where I drink
To wash my sins of the baby blue ocean
What God gave me and now I'm thinking
Why did you give me dreams and the emotion
To try and understand
What these dreams may mean
Oh baby tell me
What do they mean, these dreams..
TrueSun
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TrueSun  San Antonio, Texas
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