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We live and dream about the future |
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Please ask me out, I need to pow-wow now |
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So through the annals of our flavoured times |
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Our heroes and all their fader thoughts |
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Me, Marlon Brando, Marlon Brando and I, sing... |
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Lay me down, down, down, down |
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Lay me down, down, down, down, down |
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Help me off to sleep |
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And take me deep again |
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We live and dream about our heroes |
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I listened closely and I said |
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"I'm not sure where to place myself here, friend. |
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Am I upon the gold rings and stand?" |
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The winners write the rulebooks, the histories and lullabies |
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Lay me down, down, down, down |
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Lay me down, down, down, down, down |
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Help me off to sleep |
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(down, down, down) |
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Take me deep again |
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(down, down, down) |
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I have watched you sing |
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(down, down, down) |
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I picture glass wings in your head |
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(take me down, down, down) |
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While golden broads and combines |
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(down, down, down) |
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Or brasses mixed with lead |
