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[smoking_fiend]

The progress I've made has only shattered again. I can't help but cry, and it hurts far too much. No longer will I express myself from my heart as it seems every single time I do, it works out for no one, especially not for me.

I will go cry now as I say goodbye. I will still have the dreams.

They love me like I was a brother
They protect me, listen to me
They dug me my very own garden
Gave me sunshine, made me happy

Nice dream, nice dream, nice dream

I call up my friend, the good angel
But she's out with her ansaphone
She says she would love to come help but
The sea would electrocute us all

Nice dream

If you think that you're strong enough
If you think you belong enough
If you think that you're strong enough
If you think you belong enough

Nice dream