



I always watch you when you’re dreaming
Because I know it’s not of me
I smoke a dozen cancer sticks
Imagine there are two or three ways
To make you love me
And not dream of someone else
Become the movie on your eyelids
The conscious of that crushing feelingto know there’s no connection left
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