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My dreEamB gC#mirl Adon't exist
At the age of 5 she slit her wrist
She didn't know that I'd be hanging around
So her parents buried her in the ground
And this day I can still hear the sound
Of a life in outer space
My dream girl don't exist
Just you and I and this TV
And this illness seems to feel so strange
Like a henchmen that's about to hang
The moon up like a ball and chain
EAnBd C#mset Aits Bsands ablaze
EAnd the wait is waiting on B
EBuildA the woBrld so real and strong
EBC#mA
My dream girl don't exist
Just her photograph in a history book
And I believe she had a voice and name
Three children on the coast of Maine
Their life was in a hurricane
Of life and real embrace
My dream girl don't exist
At the age of 5 she slit her wrist
She didn't know that I'd be hanging around
So one day she took a stroll to town
And walked in front of a Greyhound bound
For NewB York central state
EAnd tBhe wait is waiting on
EAnd theB wait is waiting on
EBuilAd tBhe world so real and strong
She goesE and now she knows she'll never be afraid
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