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There was a time when girls were kind |
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When their voices were soft |
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And their words inviting |
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There was a time when love was blind |
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And the world was a song |
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And the song was exciting |
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There was a time |
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It all went wrong |
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I dreamed a dream of time gone by |
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When hope was high |
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And life worth living |
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I dreamed that love would never die |
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I dreamed that God would be forgiving |
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When I was young and unafraid |
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When dreams were made |
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And used and wasted |
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There was no ransom to be paid |
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No song unsung, no wine un-tasted |
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But the tigers come at night |
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With their voices soft as thunder |
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And they tear your hope apart |
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As they turn your dream to shame.... |
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She slept this summer by my side |
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She filled my days with endless wonder |
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She took my childhood in her stride |
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But she was gone when autumn came |
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And still I dream she'll come to me |
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That we will spend the years together |
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But there are dreams that cannot be |
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And there are storms we cannot weather |
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I had a dream my life would be |
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So different from this hell I'm living |
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So different now from what it seemed |
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But life can't kill |
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The dream I dreamed |