| There was a time when men were kind
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| When their voices were soft
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| And their words inviting
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| There was a time when love was blind
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| And the world was a song
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| And the song was exciting
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| There was a time
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| Then it all went wrong
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| Then I was young and unafraid
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| And dreams were made and used and wasted
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| There was no ransom to be paid
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| No song unsung, no wine untasted
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| But the tigers come at night
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| With their voices soft as thunder
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| As they tear your hope apart
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| And they turn your dream to shame
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| I dreamed a dream in days gone by When hope was high
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| And life worth living
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| I dreamed that love would never die
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| I dreamed that God would be forgiving
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| Then I was young and unafraid
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| And dreams were made and used and wasted
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| There was no ransom to be paid
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| No song unsung, no wine untasted
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| But the tigers come at night
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| With their voices soft as thunder
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| As they tear your hope apart
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| And they turn your dream to shame
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| He slept a summer by my side
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| He filled my days with endless wonder
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| He took my childhood in his stride
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| But he was gone when autumn came
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| Then I was young and unafraid
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| And dreams were made and used and wasted
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| There was no ransom to be paid
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| No song unsung, no wine untasted
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| But the tigers come at night
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| With their voices soft as thunder
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| As they tear your hope apart
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| And they turn your dream to shame
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| And still I dream he’ll come to me That we will live the years together
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| But there are dreams that cannot be And there are storms we cannot weather
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| I had a dream my life would be So different from this hell I’m living
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| So different now from what it seemed
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| Now life has killed the dream I dreamed. |