Deliver me reality, Shining from your face.
Upon a golden platter, your place it takes.
The cries of a million, a voice portrays.
The laugh of a few, echoed whats erased.
You can call me a dreamer, my hopes too high.
A fool, a believer, eyes set on the prize.
You can say I'm madness, your ways in line.
A death, a sadness, to the lie i climb.
Upon a golden platter, your place it takes.
The cries of a million, a voice portrays.
The laugh of a few, echoed whats erased.
You can call me a dreamer, my hopes too high.
A fool, a believer, eyes set on the prize.
You can say I'm madness, your ways in line.
A death, a sadness, to the lie i climb.




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