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Allright,so maybe I dreamed it all but the blisters on my skin they tell me different bad dreams-sugarcoated tabs fom hell drowning in the wishing well I save for you stone cold sweat I bleed to death every night something here ain't exactly right someone turn the wheel before I drown beneath your mountain oh,it's so strange sometimes I see these things that don't exist beyond my dreams............. wake up,with nerves sprayed on the wall there's a saint across the hall,but she's not at home now empty-too full of fear to fill up too far gone to stop,too scared to move Chorus From Letras Mania