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A FANTASY WORLD
A fantasy life is near at hand some will never understand close my eyes, dream my dreams plot my destruction, scheme my schemes Slowly now I drift away going back to yesterday caring not who I am don't really give a damn Pills rule my life fill my head with strife take me up, bring me down twist my mind, throw me round Where am I today how can I really say come tomorrow I'll be here that is truly my only fear Now I've gone to sleep my life I do not keep can I live, will I die? don't know, I'm too high Like a cloud I drift by full of hate and will not try help me, soon I'll be dead now I lay down to rest my head Pop my pills, receive my dreams plot my death, scheme my scheme I lie in peace now at last my fantasy world has finally passed.
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