It only seems to happen at three or four AM Some blurry, halfformed picture of some halfforgotten friend Becomes clear, but I cant hold it It happens in my dreams I cant remember what it was that meant so much Dont question speed of mutation Dont question speed of mutation Dont question speed of mutation Dont question speed of mutation Even a rotten creep can have moments sweet and pure I lay there, something missing What happened to that girl? Is she okay, or is she just a face in the crowd? Why cant i think of what it was that mean so much? Dont question speed of mutation Dont question speed of mutation Dont question speed of mutation Dont question speed of mutation Why do I wake up feeling that Ive lost something big? Why do I try to hold on to things that dont exist? I keep on asking myself, What happened to that girl? Theyre moments that I make up Theyre moments sweet and pure Dont ever try to find Something you left behind Dont ever try to make A memory into something Dont ever fool yourself It always disappears Dont ever kid yourself Theres no girl of your dreams Dont question speed of mutation Dont question speed of mutation Dont question speed of mutation Dont question speed of mutation Mutation Mutation Mutation Mutation Mutation Mutation Mutation Mutation
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