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You're waiting for an answer that's acceptable, but the current sweeps you out to sea,
and it keeps you guessing helplessly.

You're praying for a savior who's exceptional, someone who'll lift you from your knees and salve your wounds, hand you the keys and offer you the kingdom of your dreams.

But nothing's ever as it seems, you find yourself farther downstream,
alone, save for the echo of your screams.

Ah honey, dreams are rarely what they seem.

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