When the world around you feels so surreal
And you can't tell what's fake or for real
So you work your way through, trying to discover
And your memory's lost, so you're trying to recover
Feeling as if all the pages have flown
And wishing if only the world was clear and you'd known
But your brain is filled with plain morning dew
And is leaving you empty as the chilled wind blew
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