| Someone cruel gave me my dreams last night
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| I barely stood before a darkened closet, baring skin and soul before its unseen
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| jaws
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| «You will never be the creature that you were when you were younger,»
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| it whispered
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| We get disconnected from our childhood
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| We tell our stories like we read them in a book but had not lived them
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| I don’t remember much from then but I do remember what a closet becomes when
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| the lights go off and I know the many things that fill it up
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| When we used to have dreams like this we called them nightmares
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| We ran barefoot through the halls of our house and clung to our parents sheets
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| like they were the only real thing left in the world
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| And my mother?
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| She would save us, you and I
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| She would lead us hand in hand through the hallway that made us feel silly for
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| seeming run by shadows and endless only moments before
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| And I’m here now, barely standing in the land of dreams before it,
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| and I see you, I see myself as a child sitting inside
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| Scared
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| Crying
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| And you have every reason
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| Because while we grow up through song and story learning that love is
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| everything in this world and that while we believe it and want it more than any
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| single thing… I know that when we have it, we destroy it
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| That when we grow up, you and I, that we cheat
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| That we find the girl we love and that we lose her because we learn to love
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| ourselves much more
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| That the friends that we make will drift away once we have leeched them dry
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| That the mother who turned our darkened scary hallways into pathways to a
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| bedroom will call us and miss us and love us and we will stay hidden
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| That really, we will be cruel!
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| That in the stories we want told to us before we fall asleep, the heroes are
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| ideals that never get reached and the villains are absolutely ordinary
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| And we are absolutely ordinary
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| And you stare back at me through the closet and into the world that I never
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| really changed and ask me the only thing you want to know
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| «When we grow up, do we still get scared when the lights go out?» |