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here we are inside a see-through dream, I knowliving pictures fall apart and scream, I knowsome people try all their lives to keep awayyou have me to dream a secret dream all dayin the waking morning dream in soundand when the evening comes don't wake me nowhere through the blackened vines you see the snowas it gently falls and right to sleep you gosome people try all their lives to keep awayyou have me to dream a secret dream all dayin the waking morning dream in soundand when the evening comes don't wake me now From Letras Mania