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Whisper in the breeze
Well someday I'll take my own advice
Don't you think that I can't hear what you think of me
This is my disease
Every night I hear voices in my sleep
Go from loud to quiet
I'm haunted by your melody
Baby cries, baby needs a cookie
So persistent, baby keeps following me
Walking down the street
I see you plastered on every wall
Every nook and cranny
I cannot escape from you
Haven't you heard this song before
Like an anthem on a battlefield
It's as if you're reading my mind
Every single time
Can't turn off every single telescreen
Can't erase everything I've ever seen
Am I dreaming?
Creamy filling information
Are we dreaming?
The trail of crumbs disintegration
Splitting at the seams
Now I think you're using mind control
Everything is upside down
But I still feel whole
This is my disease
Every night I hear voices in my sleep
Go from loud to quiet
I'm haunted by your melody
Maybe baby needs a cookie (Am I dreaming?)
Maybe baby needs a cookie (Am we dreaming?)
Maybe baby needs a cookie (Am I dreaming?)
Maybe baby needs