I had a dream
But I dont want to talk about it
There’s nothing left of left
I don’t feel right about it

I’m all the way back
To the place where it all began
When the pennies turned to pounds
And memories stayed clear, on the outside

The red spots pulsate
Into triangles of plastic strength
Piercing my mind with a million needles
I can see the light, its much too bright

I had a dream
I want to talk about it
Everything that’s left is all wrong
And I feel right about it

She said I was fine
People lose their minds all the time
She screams and cries every night
Right in my head

I had a dream
When I gave in to the bright light

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