Cheekbone - Spacey | Текст песни

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So tell me kid, how's the view from underneath your covers? I bet you're seeing for miles and miles and miles and miles. Is it everything you hoped it would be, your opium blanket, pseudo lucid dream? I just hope you finally found peace. It seems it's the only place, this place that you speak of. Just before we part there's something I want you to know: It's all a dream. Your life's a dream. You're there alone, not with the one's that you love. No, we're here. We're here and we're fading away, because we've been outsourced your distorted perceptions of us. No, we're not here laughing with you. We're miserable and we want you to come back home.

\"Just let me explain myself: these days I don't quite feel like myself, with each morning it gets harder to wake up, and I just don't see an end to this...\"

Sure, and that's all fine, but this isn't the ending credits. This is the final scene. And this time I get the last words: Stay sick, stay sick.

Why ever get better?

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