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I'm determined to claim the worst is your own
Knowing the best has no where to go
No wonder growth has such rotten needs
Now litter those birds down with those seeds
My bad memory feeds a deep of mistaken honesty
Failure isn't always what it's made to be when pain is a dream and love is empty
Not everything is easy to forget
A face is a belief and a will is a regret
Now pinch your skin nervously you aren't going to fool any living thing
Yeah,
Sweep away my sweet dreams
Sweep away my sweet dreams
Sweep away my sweet, sweet dreams
Sweep away my sweet dreams
Sweep away my sweet dreams
Sweep away my sweet, sweet dreams
I'm determined to claim the best is a show
Knowing the worst has nothing to know
No wonder life has such terrible needs
Now litter those birds down with the weeds
My own bad thoughts fill a body full of loss
I could sit and stare if I knew it meant a thing
But birds breed their own wings
and everybody grows their own damn dreams
Yeah,
Sweep away my sweet dreams
Sweep away my sweet dreams
Sweep away my sweet, sweet dreams
Sweep away my sweet dreams
Sweep away my sweet dreams
Sweep away my sweet, sweet dreams