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Dreams, or beautiful nightmares?
Visions, or am I really seeing?
I'm broken, so is my friend, the mares.
Living in the love not feeling.
Protect me from myself
Break what's left of me
Get me out of this shelf
Rip me from the three
Three dead men I hate
Fourteen days and I'll be home
Back to my normal state
Fifteen days and I'll be gone.
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