| Shivers run down my spine
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| Like the hunted…
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| Perfect and true
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| Only you borrow what you hope for
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| Only you borrow…
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| I recognize that you might have
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| Don’t believe that it’s true
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| And there’s a fire tonight;
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| Don’t believe what you do
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| In an instant distant sorrow…
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| Like there’s no tomorrow
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| And what you leave out…
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| What you leave out
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| In here…
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| Leave out
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| Might hold on like a vacuum…
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| Touching something under your skin
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| I recognize that you might have.
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| Don’t believe that it’s true
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| And there’s a fire tonight;
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| Don’t believe what you do
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| Do you dream your dreams in color?
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| Do you dream until it’s over?
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| Do you dream your dreams in color?
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| Closer…
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| Closer to me…
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| Closer…
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| Closer in dreams…
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| Path you lead you said you’d follow
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| Breaking through what seems hollow
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| When you dream you dream in color
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| It will be finer there
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| Path you lead you said you’d follow
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| Reaking through what seems hollow
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| When you dream you dream in color
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| It will be finer there
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| Path you lead you said you’d follow
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| When you dream you dream in colour
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| In dreams |