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One cold damp evening |
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The world stood still |
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I watched as I held my breath |
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A silhouette I thought I knew |
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Came through |
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And someone spoke to me |
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Whispered in my ear |
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This fantasy's for you |
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Fantasies are "in" this year |
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My whole life passed before my eyes |
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I thought |
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What they say is true |
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I shed my skin and my disguise |
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And cold, numb and naked |
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I emerged from my cocoon |
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And a half remembered tune |
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Played softly in my head |
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Then he turned smiling |
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And said |
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I realise a miracle is due |
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I dedicate this melody to you |
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But is this the stuff dreams are made of? |
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If this is the stuff dreams are made of |
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No wonder I feel like I'm floating on air |
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Everywhere |
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It feels like I'm everywhere |
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It's like you fail to make the connection |
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You know how vital it is |
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Or when something slips through your fingers |
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You know how precious it is |
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Well you reach the point where you know |
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It's only your second skin |
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Someone's banging on my door |