I'm floating a few feet from the floor
The world doesn't end at my feet
The sky doesn't begin at the top my head
The edges of everything bleed
It's a strange day indeed
One square centimetre of sensory data
Has left me like this
Now even as I sleepThere's no escape
....You don't understand
I keep dreaming of holding your hand
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LEF
05-08-2007
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