| All of my dreams that fell through
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| And had tasted so sour
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| Take second place in my mind
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| For this one sacred hour
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| Still I’ve been moved for so long
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| By this strange fascination
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| Here, as I stand all alone
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| In complete concentration
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| Face through the clouds and the gods
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| Shine with awe splendour
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| Rise up and roar, they approve
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| Will they always remember?
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| I hear the voice of the crowd
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| It will last forever
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| Locked in my heart, kept away
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| Like a stolen treasure
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| I can hear them calling
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| Hear the crowd applauding
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| If it’s real I like the feeling
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| If I’m wrong who am I deceiving?
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| Night after night it repeats
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| An exciting romance
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| Shared by us all, though we met
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| By a fleeting half chance
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| Caught trapped in time, no escape
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| From this powerful dream world
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| Pleased though I am to be here
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| I am lost in the real world
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| I can hear them calling
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| Hear the crowd applauding
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| If it’s real I like the feeling
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| If I’m wrong who am I deceiving?
|
| All of my dreams that fell through
|
| And had tasted so sour
|
| Take second place in my mind
|
| For this one sacred hour
|
| Still I’ve been moved for so long
|
| By this strange fascination
|
| Here, as I stand all alone
|
| In complete concentration
|
| I can hear them calling
|
| Hear the crowd applauding
|
| If it’s real I like the feeling
|
| If I’m wrong who am I deceiving?
|
| I can hear them calling
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| Hear the crowd applauding
|
| If it’s real I like the feeling
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| If I’m wrong who am I deceiving?
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| In this one sacred hour |