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I wanted to feel something

To be something to see somethingIf I could find one thing that was mine

I'd leave this behind

But I can't find my way to get far away

And bury these daysFantasy once reality

Becomes such a parodyIf I could find one thing that was mine

I'd leave this behind

But I can't find my way to get far away

And bury these daysBury these days

Bury these daysIf shining or if shaking

It's reality fakingAnd if I could find one thing that was mine

I'd leave this behind

But I can't find my way to get far away

And bury these daysIf I could find one thing that was mine

I'd leave this behind

But I can't find my way to get far away

And bury these daysBury these days

Bury these days