I got my blinders on, I really don't wanna see 
The truth is not pretty, nor is reality 
I'd rather have my dreams and silly fantasies 
They may not be for real, but they know to please 
Reality plays jokes, has dirty little schemes 
Oh, yes! It's a trickster, but not my lovely dreams 
‘Cuz in my dreams you're here, you never, ever leave 
And that's the only truth I choose to believe 
So, my blinders are on and I can't really see 
The cold, hard, painful truth that's right in front of me                
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