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Through the (G)corridors
of (Bmin)sleep
Past the (C)shadows dark and (G)deep
My (Bmin)mind dances and (C)leaps
in con(G)fusion.
I don't know what is (Bmin)real,
I can't (C)touch what I (G)feel
And I (Bmin)hide behind the (C)shield
of my il(G)lusion.
(D)So
I'll con(C)tinue to con(G)tinue
to pre(Emin)tend,
My (C6)life will never (Emin)end,
And (A7)flowers never (C)bend
With the (G)rainfall.
The mirror on my
wall
Casts an image dark and small,
But I'm not sure at all it's my reflection.
I am blinded by the light
Of God and truth and right,
And I wander in the night without direction.
So I'll continue
to continue to pretend,
My life will never end,
And flowers never bend
With the rainfall.
It's no matter
if you're born
To play the King or pawn,
For the line is thinly drawn 'tween joy and sorrow,
So my fantasy
Becomes reality,
And I must be what I must be and face tomorrow.
So I'll continue
to continue to pretend
My life will never end,
And flowers never bend
With the rainfall.
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