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Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson |
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The office door closed early |
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The hidden bottle came out |
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The salesman turned to close the blinds |
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A little slow now, a little stout |
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But he's still heading down those tracks |
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Any day now for sure |
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Another day as drab as today |
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Is more than a man can endure |
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Dreams flow across the heartland |
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Feeding on the fires |
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Dreams transport desires |
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Drive you when you're down -- |
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Dreams transport the ones |
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Who need to get out of town |
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The boy walks with his best friend |
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Through the fields of early may |
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They walk awhile in silence |
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One close -- one far away |
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But he'd be climbing on that bus |
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Just him and his guitar |
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To blaze across the heavens |
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Like a brilliant shooting star |
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The middle-aged madonna |
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Calls her neighbour on the phone |
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Day by day the seasons pass |
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And leave her life alone |
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But she'll go walking out that door |
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On some bright afternoon |
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To go and paint big cities |
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From a lonely attic room |
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It's understood |
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By every single person |
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Who'd be elsewhere if they could |
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So far so good |
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And life's not unpleasant |
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In their little neighbourhood |
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They dream in middletown... |
