Waking from this nightmare of mine
finding my world apart, back in time
I need some kind of miracle
that awakes me and be clinical.
Chorus
I have nowhere to hide
certainly could have died
I have nowhere to hide
from all these tabs inside
I have opened my heart to you
to trust not the world, but then who
I'm asking you to fix my head
will I still be here or be dead.
Repeat Chorus.
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