There he was, trying to wake up
Remembering all those words he heard the night before
His mind was absent; his body was unable to move
A thin layer of voice came out of his mouth
I am no longer here
There is a lot of logic in my words
That only I can understand
Shame on me
Where is my grand finale?
They said this should last at least 8 hours
So I have 3 more hours to play dead
She said something I didn´t understand
He said it was only a bad dream
And the only thing I remember is a phone call interrupting my sleep
It was…
My name wasn´t my name, but nobody could speak…
Maybe I was in somebody else dream
But I can´t, it´s not fair
I should go and look into my files
There must be something good to recall
This looks good, this ought to do it
Sweet dreams.
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