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The most familiar room |
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Every implement was leading to you |
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And your homely sense of dissaray |
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Never once the same |
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Always rearranged |
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But things would never change |
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In the seam between the window frame |
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Where the jackals preyed on every soul |
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Where they tied you to a pole |
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And stripped you of your clothes |
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I was a dreamer |
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Staring at windows |
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Out onto the main street |
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Cause that's where the dream goes |
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And each time they found fresh meat to chew |
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I would turn away and return to you |
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You would offer me your unmade bed |
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Feed me till |
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I'm fedAnd read me till |
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I'm readBut when the morning came |
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You would catch me at the window again |
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In an eyes wide open sleeping state |
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Staring into space |
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With no look upon my face |
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I was a dreamer |
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Staring at windows |
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Out onto the main street |
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Cause that's where the dream goes |
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And when I got older |
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When I grew older |
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Out onto the streets |
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I flewReleased from your shackles |
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I danced with the |
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JackalsAnd learned a new way to move |
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So before you take this song as truth |
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You should wonder what |
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I'm taking from you |
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How I benefit from you being here |
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Lending me your ears |
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While I'm selling you my fears |
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I was a dreamer(I'm selling you my fears) |
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Staring at windows(I'm selling you my fears) |
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Out onto the main street(I'm selling you my fears) |
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Cause that's where the dream goes(I'm selling you...) |
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I was a dreamer |
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Staring at windows |
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Out onto the main street |
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Cause that's where the dream goes |
