[Verse 1]
Are we the plaything of fiends, or merely the dreams
That we're telling ourselves, telling ourselves?
[Verse 2]
For though the storms are over and past
Though the thunder's rage is quieted at last
Are we the plaything of fiends, or merely the dreams
That we're telling ourselves, telling ourselves?
[Verse 2]
For though the storms are over and past
Though the thunder's rage is quieted at last
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