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Audience of One
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In my recurring dream
I’m behind the wheel
With no control
over where I am going
or the things that I feel
I’ve lost control
There is a man
Or is he a statue?
He looks familiar
He looks just like you
Off to my left
Off of my chest
Off of my chest
It hit me while I was sleeping
You go with the feeling
You go with your gut
Knowing death could find you anytime
I keep you top of my mind
In my recurring dream
I am naked
Playing to an audience of one
And audience of none
Just a shadow
Moving across the floor
‘Til it’s not moving anymore
It’s not moving anymore
It hit me while I was sleeping
You go with the feeling
You go with your gut
Knowing death could find you anytime
I keep you top of my mind
It hit me while I was sleeping
You go with the feeling
You go with your gut
Knowing death could find you anytime
I keep you top of my mind
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