| As the light drifts away I’m floating through a vestibule
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| And I’m shown to my place
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| The curtains part and I’m face to face
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| As the scenes take the screen I say my lines
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| They’re different every time
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| I’m not sure she exists
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| In the afterglow of when we kiss
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| It’s a delightful nightmare
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| It’s a delightful nightmare
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| It’s a delightful nightmare
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| Will I find out her name to ponder on
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| When sleep has gone
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| Will we meet in daylight will I recognize
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| And see through her disguise
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| Will we speak of our dreams
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| Where everything is not as it seems
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| It’s a delightful nightmare
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| It’s a delightful nightmare
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| It’s a delightful nightmare
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| Now it seems long ago
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| That I played my part in our little show
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| As her touch fades away to a memory
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| Like the moving sea
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| It’s a delightful nightmare
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| It’s a delightful nightmare
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| It’s a delightful nightmare |