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All The Best Dreams (Codeseven)

Just close your eyes to erase all the best dreams And this quiet refrain is never what it seems It's five AM in a counterfeit sleep I can't believe that I'm still counting sheep With her mind full blown edged in bright warning red With voices in her head I am close to it now to remembering All those dark desert clouds and how the torrent stream Flooded our heels with a water so deep I can't believe that you still fell asleep With a mind full blown etched in light morning red With all that we have said You passed out cold on the deep waters edge You must have bumped your head Don't be afraid Forget it all Keep it all to yourself Once you awake Get it all keep it on your shelf I kiss the mud and the leaves and the trees embrace me With the mountains lying down at the sea I would sleep