"Too late, the melody is over
The joke seems to be on me
'Cause Iím the one not laughing down here on the floor
Deflate the mystery of living in the most
Heartless fashion I could ever imagine
No pretending on decor
Another place and time, without a great divide
And we could be flying deadly high
Iíll sell my soul to dream you wide awake"
Poets Of The Fall - Dreaming Wide Awake
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