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We express the same things but with different wordsWe acknowledge the same curve and those might-have-hearedsJust like the last line you draw to remind of past-timeA fast-winded feeling of freedom pleased to be recognizedAnd i can hear your doctors calling from here, saying:Killed by his independecy and akilles-heelCuz he armed himself with stealthy mass-appeal.Wheres my muse, wheres my museIt feels like every word slipping through my mouth has been usedStaggering like the old man feeding the dirtWith my glass eye reflecting all the things that iv learnedA windowless frame in a transparent roomFlilling up cracks with plastic assumesShapeshiftA nuanceA venueChrous:Dont stop dreaming cuz this aint overWreck of you life, aim til you get soberSongtexteDont stop dreaming cuz this aint overMy friendI wrestle myself as I walk along the weary-motely watching i find myself staringbuilding up an empire, of my great desirewhile fumes/fuel from my thought process take me higherHigher and higher, I aint stoppin there,My avalanche of color starts over there,And Ive got the solitary key to go through.Grey and deliciousThe traps can be so viciousPrepare for the ultimate takedown.Part time experienceMight save you from deliverance,But will it serve the greater cause?Chrous:Dont stop dreaming cuz this aint overBreak up your life, until you get soberDont stop dreaming cuz this aint overMy friend Aus Songtexte Mania