| The dream that I have is always the same
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| A foot falls like an echo of a step I didn’t take
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| And I see you coming in like you were never gone
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| Tell me, why did I wake?
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| Here in the world I was hiding from
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| They are expecting it to rain
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| They say that the winter clears the drains
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| That time heals all things
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| And they said that the thought of you would fade
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| Well I see nothing change
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| And the dream that I have breaks, just like the day
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| I walk along the shore
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| I take a picture of the waves
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| And then I throw it to the floor
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| I say, why did I wake?
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| Here in the world there is nothing more than your absence
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| Now the sky is turning grey
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| Now the birds have left the bay
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| Now time is shrinking and they
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| Said that the thought of you would fade
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| Well I don’t feel that way
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| Hey, do you remember me the way
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| That I remember you?
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| In every movement of the waves
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| So they replaced the train
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| And all the people went away
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| And I feel nothing
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| They say the winter clears the drains
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| Well I dream nightly of sunshine |