Lit Me Up

This tape recounts a dream
 Which occurred close to the termination of approximately
 400 hours of intensive, individual therapy
 Now, the patient recounts her dream
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 I had this dream earlier this morning and I wrote it down
 The dream is that I'm in some sort of a
 And I'm in a hotel I'm at
 I'm like at a convention or something
 And I feel sort of almost like there's too much going on
 There are all different kinds of meetings going on
 Stuff on experimental psych and therapy, chemical aspects
 All of it
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 But I'm, while I
 I don't mind having all this going on inside of me
 It's sort of, I think I'm going to be relived when it's over
 When I can sort of settle back down
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 It's where you live, but you don't know how it's built
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 If we're just dust, then it doesn't matter who you kill
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 Don't cut me up and tell me that it's ok
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 Just turn it off 'cause I don't care anyway
 It lit me up
 It lit me up
 It lit me up
 It lit me up
 
 Something's stirring in a deep Atlantic trench
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 Doesn't forget the thousand years before it slept
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 It's the beast, it's my heart, it's open
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 Dive down into its unit in its head
 It lit me up
 It lit me up
 It lit me up
 It lit me up
 It lit me up like a torch on a pitch black night
 Like an ember in the needles of a dried up pine
 Lit me up and I burn from the inside out
 Yeah, I burn like a witch in a Puritan town
 It lit me
 It lit me
 When I grow up I want to be a heretic
 I want to climb over the wall 'cause I'm not on the list
 I want to put my hands to work until the work's done
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 I want to open up my heart like the ocean
 It lit me up
 It lit me up
 It lit me up
 It lit me up
 It lit me up like a rag soaked in gasoline
 In the neck of the bottle breaking right at my feet
 It lit me up and I burned from the inside out
 Yeah, I burned like a witch in a Puritan town
 It lit me
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 It was a good dream