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DAYS OF THE NEW

Phobics of Tragedy

Nothing is real when you're talkin'
I don't believe what I'm watchin'
Shelter me 'til it's over
Of what you want to believe
I'm afraid of what I see and

What I see is everything
Shelter me with my own hands
And with my hands I will depend

God I don't know what to say
Everything is in my way
Get up and deal with the pain
Drowning your mind in the way

Let me sleep
I'll let you sleep
Put on your mind frame
Take off your mind
Put on your heart
I'm going down stream

Not the same (same ol' saying)

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