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Dream Theater 11 Space dye evest
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Falling through pages of Martens on angels
Feeling my heart pull west
I saw the future dressed as a stranger
Love in a space-dye vest
Love is an act of blood and I'm bleeding
A pool in the shape of a heart
Beauty projection in the reflection
Always the worst way to start
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"But he's the sort who can't know anyone intimately
Least of all a woman
He doesn't know what a woman is
He wants you for a possession
Something to look at like a painting or an ivory box
Something to own and to display
He doesn't want you to be real or to think or to live
He doesn't love you, but I love you
I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas and feelings
Even when I hold you in my arms
It's our last chance..."
Now that you're gone I'm trying to take it
Learning to swallow the rage
Found a new girl I think we can make it
As long as she stays on the page
This is not how I want it to end
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And I'll never be open again
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"...I was gonna move out...
Ummm... get, get a job, get my own place
Ummm, but... I go into the mall where I want to work
And they tell me, I'm, I was too young..."
"Some people, gave advice before about facing the facts, about facing reality
And this is, this without a doubt, is his biggest challenge ever
He's going to have to face it
You're gonna have to try, he's gonna to have to try and
Uh, and, and, and get some help here
I mean no one can say they know how he feels."
"That, so they say that, in ya know, like, Houston or something
You'd say it's a hundred and eighty degrees but it's a dry heat."
"In Houston they say that?"
"Oh, maybe not. I'm all mixed up."
"Dry until they hit the swimming pool."
"...I get up with the sun... Listen.
You have your own room to sleep in
I don't care what you do, I don't care when
That door gets locked, that door gets locked at night by nine o'clock
If you're not in this house by nine o'clock
Then you'd better find some place to sleep
Because you're not going to be a bum in this house."
"Supper is ready..."
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There's no one to take my blame
If they wanted to
There's nothing to keep me sane
And it's all the same to you
There's nowhere to set my aim
So I'm everywhere
Never come near me again
Do you really think I need you?
I'll never be open again
I could never be open again
I'll never be open again
I could never be open again
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And I'll smile and I'll learn to pretend
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And I'll never be open again
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And I'll have no more dreams to defend
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And I'll never be open again
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