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All we had were dreams I took a bite of my zucchini, and we did the math Wasn't swallowing Fleeting trajectory, it won't go down my throat at all, at all Absorb reality I focus all my energy on making it go down Bursting at the seams If I could work out what you wanted would you still hate me, me? Can we go back to sleep? Sixteen years went by without a break in conversation You're begging me to breathe Visions and expectations never added up at all, at all, at all, at all From Letras Mania