I dream my dreams at night - my life's a cartoon of black and white I'm sick of this paint on my face! I'm always the one to make the show - a laughing clown, wings black as a crow I carry this large mind with pain A mind in this world seems in vain I remember all those years, running through the freedom What became of the child I used to be? I remember all those tears, melting my own face and now It has become the one I thought was yours Oh, look at this pityful young soul - is he beyond or behind, who knows... But there's no one to burn at his pace Contemplating wave lenths in the bath while scorching himself to make us laugh The beckoning mind cannot be Insanity might set it free [Fredrik Hermansson] I remember all those years when I was invincible What became of the child that used to laugh? I remember all those fears, bleaching this mild heart and now It has become the gray I thought was yours If you'd just let him in, if you would just touch him He would love, he would grow, he could rest his old soul Maybe he's difficult but he's beautiful Wild at heart, troubled mind, torn apart, seeking his kind [Daniel Gildenlow]
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