Close my heavy eyes
I just want to dream again
Take this life of mine
Put it to rest once more
The toils of life have taken their toll
...My only desire
Is to rest
and to hold
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I'm coming home, to the fiery hell.
Dreaming tonight. Dreaming, alright. Do we, do we know when we fly? When we, when we go, do we die?