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Dreams* |
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They keep me awake |
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Like this song, |
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That is stuck in my brain |
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And it goes |
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"Dum-da-dum, da-dum, da-da-da-da-dum, da-dum, da-dum, |
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Da-dum, da-dum, dum, da-da-da, da-da-da-dum" |
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So I stood in the heated halls and I played for the King and the Queen |
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Oh I went out in the blistering cold and I played for the beggars and thieves |
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I saw the pain in their eyes fade away as they listened to me |
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Oh I will carry that weight back home |
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Dreams, |
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Oh listen to me |
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I'm so tired of this place |
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And I wanna be free |
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And they say |
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"Oh don't you get it, You're never, |
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You're never going back home" |
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And they say |
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"Oh don't you get it, |
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There is more to life, there is more to life than I know" |
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Cause I stood in the heated halls and I played for the King and the Queen |
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Oh I went out in the blistering cold and I played for the beggars and thieves |
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I saw the pain in their eyes fade away, as they listened to me |
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Oh I will carry that weight |
