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Used to dream until I stopped writing fiction All right well that's not true Maybe it ended when I ended competition Because I'd always lose My therapist could never classify conditions Alright whats wrong already My pharmacist had better fill up my prescriptions Here just take two of these and call me in the morning Oh oh oh won't you carry me home It's the last time in life that I'll ever try The streets were flooded and in the tides were pessimists So I just dove right in I felt at home I felt alive I felt that I fit in So I'll just keep dreaming Wait for the wind to blow Can't carry myself can't carry me home On my own will Wait for the wind to blow Can't bury myself can't carry us both On my own will From Letras Mania