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Every time I dream I keep seeing, |
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streets and alleyways, places that I've never known, |
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Every time I dream I am being, |
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lifted to a height, that I too frightened to go, |
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Then I wake up and find everything's away, |
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it seems, one night ago, |
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Every time I sleep I keep hoping, |
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this would be the night of nights that I see you again, |
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As I close my eyes like rims and curtains, |
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slowly rising on an empty stage, |
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Then I'm back in the stall sitting all alone |
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waiting for the show to begin, |
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Every time I dream I would often find myself running, |
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From a wild pack of lice, |
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'Till I reach a house and hear the gurge upstairs, |
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And look for a place to hide, |
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But if I saw you there, |
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I wouldn't dare dream again of opening my eyes, |
