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Time and meaning never seem to flow as one, |
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what holy was to yesterday has sunken down |
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Without it's crown, and oddly without sound, |
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your golden calf in the Hudson drowned, |
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ten times a whiteout of the mind, now we're |
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the world's best dreamers. |
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It might just be that we're all going nowhere fast |
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But even so I would not trade a single day |
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I'm skating off, with a sad-looking grin, |
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remember me as you remember a dream; |
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ever fleeting in flickering lights, |
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like a memory fading slow when the day comes |
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And takes us back to playgrounds |
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full of rolling stones, to the mountain village |
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when we'd rest our bones |
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And gently dream, like children of the sun, |
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on easy street, where our lives begun, |
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when fun and games were all we had, before |
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the world deceived us |
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Some might say that were stuck in the past, |
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but somehow there's never truth in their eyes |
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Just stand aside, cause we're off to blue |
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We're on our way to the wild me and you |
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If you listen close you can hear our |
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hearts beat loud with the sound of a dream |
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Hold on brother, sleep well; our love is falling over |
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you young soldier, be strong |
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We'll be watching over you, young sister |
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Come home lover, come home soldier, |
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weaving the dreams for you |
