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mpossible dream and unlikely events, |
Those who would be unto you 'just good friends'.
I've had me a few and I've had me enough,
trying to deal with it all's much to tough.
You always desire that which never shall be,
At least that is how it appears unto me,
this is stupidity,
or that's how it all seems.
One thing has become to me now crystal clear,
The things which will always me make me shed a tear,
the things that I fear,
are impossible dreams.
Yet through heartache and pain they still seem to survive,
My impossible dreams seem to grow and to thrive,
'cos the world dosn't care if you live or you're dead,
So why live in the world? why not live in your head?
Fuck rejection, depression, the cries and the screams.
Why not live in stupendous impossible dreams!
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