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I wanted to feel something To be something to see something If I could find one thing that was mine I'd leave this behind But I can't find my way to get far away And bury these days Fantasy once reality Becomes such a parody If I could find one thing that was mine I'd leave this behind But I can't find my way to get far away And bury these days Bury these days Bury these days If shining or if shaking It's reality faking And if I could find one thing that was mine I'd leave this behind But I can't find my way to get far away And bury these days If I could find one thing that was mine I'd leave this behind But I can't find my way to get far away And bury these days Bury these days Bury these days