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Maybe tell the press you died

She keeps her memories locked away,
but they are always escaping.

Neglect won´t make them fade away.

That´s reaching into her dreams down in her heart.
Don´t need fingers to be tearing it apart.

Gotta face the day,
there´s no other way to,
clear the fog inside your mind.

Fill it up with dreams but all that you can seem to find.

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