who really knows what is real and fake
the more we give, the more that we take
but when I sleep, I fall into a daydream
knowing that I will soon desperately wake
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to worry or not, that is the final question
nevermind the glory of the day's lesson
I wake up, and I'm seeing my reflective flaws
staring right back at me, udeniable imperfection
***
so wake up and begin your wanted vacation
a perfect day for simple-minded suspension
an escape from every lonely, faded nightmare
looking back at what you've done, and been
***
today your morning will set you free at last
from the lingering mournings of your own past
so get up and wake up, one more time, just try
the days get wasted, but I know, the test will pass
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