I wish to hide from everything
I wish to hide from you
I want to dream
But I know that dreams don’t come true
I wish I may
I wish I might
Find a way to sleep tonight
And if I do
And if I’m free
The morning is last thing I wish to see
But if it takes away my loss
and fear along the way
then my sleeping coma will cease to be
and let the morning shine away
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