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Switch to another dream, to a quiet spite |
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Think back at some time when there was a fading touch |
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Colour me white and paint the vistas grey |
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Everyday there's an electric ray of all too many shimmer-lights |
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And I can see another time |
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Another face, forgotten days |
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I can see another time -- another time, a setting sun |
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I can see another place -- a rising sun |
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Let's get this to work again |
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Take our souls to the everlasting parade |
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I never saw it coming this way -- to an end |
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But now there's nothing left behind |
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Let's all begin |
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I see it slip away |
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A dream that fades away |
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Don't let them lead you far and astray |
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Keepsakes of past years, unravelled by phone |
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And the fog is a traveller through the inner city zones |
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A million pictures painted on the pavement stones |
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That get soft like words through the smoke |
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And I can see another time |
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Another face, forgotten days |
