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He fancied himself a professional dreamer |
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Never much good at pretending to be something else |
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Often times he would sit there expressionless |
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Staring at nothing and everything at the same time |
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Sometimes he hears voices... |
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It's that space in his head you say |
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Sometimes he hears voices... |
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Then they just seem to fade away |
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Gone it an instant, without notice |
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One minute with us, next minute miles away |
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This time |
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Vienna, next time |
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Calais The further the better with little or no delay |
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Sometimes he hears voices... |
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It's that space in his head you say |
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Sometimes he hears voices... |
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Then they just seem to fade away |
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One day he took it a little too far |
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Woke up... standing ... right where you are! |
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Surrounded by strangers and stranger surroundings |
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Staring at nothing and everything at the same time |
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Sometimes he hears voices... |
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It's that space in his head you say |
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Sometimes he hears voices... |
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But they just seem to fade away |
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It's time to go |