| Last night I had a dream
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| Through a swirling fog I walked along on the edge of a stream
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| I heard somebody groan
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| I stopped, looked into a pool
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| And I saw the reflection of a fool
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| I saw the reflection of a fool
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| Dragging him by his throat
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| Were the collar and the links of a chain
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| On his shoulders a coat
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| On his feet shoes of pain
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| The coat was strife
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| The chain was pride
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| I saw the reflection, and I cried
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| I saw the reflection, and I cried
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| Tears for myself a fool
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| A man chained by independence
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| Gripped by despair so cruel
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| My life was a lot of nonsense
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| My eyes were closed but in my mind
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| I saw the reflection so unkind
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| I saw the reflection so unkind
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| Sick of life, scared of death
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| My days just one long futility
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| Feeling my emptiness, I cried «God set me free»
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| I looked once more, I don’t know how
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| But I saw the reflection changing now
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| I saw the reflection changing now
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| A man was in my place
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| A man with holes in his hands and side
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| A man I could not face
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| The man I had crucified
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| On him was my coat
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| My chains and my shoes
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| And between reflections I must choose
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| Between reflections I must choose |