| They say maybe dreams are only movies of the mind
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| Still I’ve lived a few
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| Oh I’m not a star
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| Though in some ways I’ve made it
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| But all these nights away is gonna lose me you
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| I’ve thought a lot about it in these backs stage rooms
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| And I’d leave it all, if you want me too
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| Some nights, God knows I’ll miss the music
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| I’ll miss the crowds that call my name
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| I’d find contentment now
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| If I thought you’d just hang' on
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| Playing to an audience of one
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| Some nights, God knows it won’t be easy
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| I’ll feel the lights I’ll hear the sound
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| I’ll find a piece in me
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| Cuddled up when the evening’s done
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| Sometimes playing to my audience of one
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| The endless driving, midnight arriving
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| The sleeping when you can
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| Still worth it somehow just for that lift
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| You get when you walk on
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| But just to call you up some nights between the shows
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| To say «Good-night I miss you» ain’t enough I know
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| So I’d leave it all if you tell me so
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| I’ll find a piece in me
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| Cuddled up when the evening’s done
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| Playing to my audience of one
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| Sometimes playing to my audience of one |