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Jacob Atlas
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All these people think I'm strange..
Doing what they can, to make me change..
These motherfuckers don't know
In the middle of the night
Where my mind go
Somebody's creeping at my window
I think they're stealing all my dreams
There's only one way to find out
Get your fortune from the gypsy siren
How strange it can be
Living in this life
I think it's really just a dream
But mine don't happen at night..
All these people think I'm strange
Doing what they can, to make me change..
These motherfuckers don't know
In the middle of the night
Where my mind go
You wanna talk about a daydream?
I'll take you there..
You wanna see what I see?
Pull up a chair..
Sit back and close your eyes wide shut
And stare
Blood pours when I'm sleeping
And dreams when I'm aware
How strange it can be
Living in this life
I think it's really just a dream
But mine don't happen at night..
Written by: Jacob Atlas
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