What's that metronome I hear, perhaps the end is drawing near
You never hear the shot that takes you down
Now your dreams a memory, and seems more true from far away
Just like smoke that fades and makes no sound
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Out of time, so say goodbye
What is yours, now it's mine
And I dream broken dreams, I make them come true
I make them for you
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Bad Dreams come true, I make them for you (x4)
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Out of time, so say goodbye
What is yours, now it's mine
And I dream broken dreams, I make them come true
I make them for you
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