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The only thing different from a hope and a dream/Is the time you take to take it from what it is to what it means/And what it means is something that’s cracked through the seams/And you’re back in your bed again, stuck on your dreams/My dreams I try to live ‘em, dive and sort ‘em out/Half right half the time other half I’m straight out/ Of luck luckless fucked up fuckless no/Change in my state but the dollar makes a buck/ This is not reality just a blow of a frozen life/Stuck in a pattern of existence defined by what I like/Or what I know, cause I do know that I know so little/The conductor of my dreams is tricking me with these riddles/And everybody else has the keys to all these questions/And I can’t figure it out through books or freestyle sessions/Or regression into my idea of what it means to alive/So I’m stuck in my dream world, reality steps outside.