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LeftThe dream is dead, but we're still asleep Wrapped in the choice of what to keep The spirit is gone Just play along There's nothing left for me to hide There's nothing left to deny There's nothing left for me to hide There's nothing left to deny We're here in hell and feeling fine Everybody having a good time The weather is great But you can't escape There's nothing left There's nothing left |
