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It is the central figure in the dreaming of the world
There is no dream without it
It doesn't exist without the dream
In which it acts as if it were a person
To be seen and be believed
Born into the world outside
It lives a little while and dies
Losing the form, 'cause it's worn
Flesh decomposes
It won't believe there was a time
When it knew nothing of itself
Born into the world outside
It lives a little while and dies
The dreaming of the world takes many forms
Because the body seeks in many ways to prove it is real
The searching for the truth takes many forms
Because the body feels in many ways this world is not real
Find yourself
The dream has but on purpose taught in many ways
But the son of God remembered not to laugh
He thinks he is the dream and not the dreamer
Pain demonstrates it must be real
It is a loud, sepulchral voice compelling your attention
Its purpose is the same as pleasure
'Cause they both are means
To make the body real
It's a law that you can feel
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