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You, a float in the lost world of dreams A mystical maker of schemes Emotion beyond my means Me, no more than a grain of sand And lost on the beach of your land Unable to understand When you're near Reality loses its hold And loneliness' tears wet my soul But what was on inside your mind And what I know That fantasy drives us mad It really can't bring so bad To let it take me one more time Love, the chances seem so very few Excuse me for the strange things I do I'm drowning in an ocean of you When you're near Reality loses its hold And loneliness' tears wet my soul But what was on inside your mind And what I know That fantasy drives us mad It really can't bring so bad To let it take me one more time...
Writer(s): Lance (understanding) Rivera Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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