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And leave this behind But I can`t find my way To get far away and bury these days Fantasy once reality Becomes such a parody If I could find one thing that was mine I`d leave this behind But I can`t find my way To get far away and bury these days If shining or if shaking It`s reality faking If I could find One thing that was mine I`d leave this behind But I can`t find my way To get far away and bury these days |
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