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I dream of day, of hazy eyes and dreams of fame, my brain's insane, and it hurts, and you call this living, I call this pain, I call this madness, it's all the same. I walk on rain, I speak in tongues, I've gone insane, it drives me crazy, it drives me mad, and you call this living, I call this pain, I call this madness.