September
Monday 6 September 2010 photo 4/7
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Strange maze, what is this place?
I hear voices over my shoulders.
Nothing's making sense at all.
Wonder, why do we race?
And every day we're running in circles.
Such a funny way to fall.
Try to open up my eyes
I'm hopin' for the chance to make it alright.
When I wake up
The dream isn't done
I wanna see your face and know I made it home.
If nothing is true
What more can I do?
I hear voices over my shoulders.
Nothing's making sense at all.
Wonder, why do we race?
And every day we're running in circles.
Such a funny way to fall.
Try to open up my eyes
I'm hopin' for the chance to make it alright.
When I wake up
The dream isn't done
I wanna see your face and know I made it home.
If nothing is true
What more can I do?
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