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In a dream I saw you walkin' |
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Like a kid alive and talking |
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That was you |
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In the classroom you were teachin' |
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On the streets you were policing |
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That was you |
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To the one I now know most |
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I will tell them of your ghost |
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Like a thing that never, ever was |
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And all that ever mattered |
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Will some day turn back to batter |
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Like a joke |
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Behind thin walls you hid your feelings |
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Takes four legs to make a ceilin' like a thing |
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In a dream I saw you walkin' |
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With your friends alive and talking |
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That was you |
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Well I saw it in your movement |
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And even though you never knew it |
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Well, I knew just how sweet it could be |
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If you'd never left these streets |
