Lyle Mays - Fictionary Lyrics
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Fictionary
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What Are The Lyrics For Fictionary By Lyle Mays?
She's lost in coma
Where it's beautiful Intoxicated from the deep sleepdeep sleep Do you wonder what it's like Living in a permanent imagination Sleeping to escape reality But you like it like that Guilty by design She's nothing more than fiction She dreams in digital Because it's better than nothing Now that control's goneit seems unreal She's dreaming in digital Because it's better than nothing Now that control's gone It seems unrealthat she's dreaming in digital She dreams in digital And your pixel army can't save you now My finger's on the kill switch I remember I used to compose your dreams Control your dreams And don't be afraid to expose yourself Before I shut you down You made some changes since the virus caught you sleepingguilty by design She's nothing more than fiction She dreams in digital Because it's better than nothing Now that control's gone It seems unreal She's dreaming in digital 'Cause it's better than nothing Now that control is gone It seems unreal when she's dreaming in digital She dreams in digital She's guilty by designnow that control's gone It seems unreal she's dreaming in digital She's nothing more than fiction 'Cause it's better than nothing Now that control is gone It seems unreal She's dreaming in digital |
Who Wrote Fictionary By Lyle Mays?
James Thomas Smith, Oliver Sim, Romy Anna Madley Croft
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What's The Duration Of The Fictionary By Lyle Mays?The duration of Fictionary is 7:12 minutes and seconds. |
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