Mixing Chemicals

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After-Death Plan
2019
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Lyrics:  
Up in the middle of the night writing poetry
Nothing seems to come to me
Comes to me in a dream where we meet
 
Up in the middle of the night mixing chemicals
Nothing seems to comfort me
Comforts me in a dream, patiently.
 
What will it be? You and me, yeah. Rhapsody
 
Out from the belly of a whale, it’s a miracle
Don’t believe in what you see
What you feel is real and sets you free
 
Out from the sea of chemicals to reality
Azure from the sky of dreams
There you were in between. Euphony
 
What will it be? You and me, yeah. Rhapsody
 
Something better than in the middle of fantasy
Must be something that keeps us singing in harmony
Lonely people stare
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