| As I wake up in a room somewhere…
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| Dawn light not yet showing.
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| There’s just a thin horizon between me and her…
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| The edge of a half-dream glowing.
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| Well, you know, I felt her in my dream last night.
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| Strange how the sheets are warm beside me.
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| Now, how do I catch the waking edge?
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| As it slips to the far and wide of me.
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| Didn’t I try to hold it down?
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| Freeze on the picture, hang sharp on the sound.
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| Catch the waking edge
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| Another time.
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| Familiar shadows in my hotel room
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| Are still here for the taking.
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| They seem to linger on as the street lights fade
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| And the empty dawn is breaking.
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| Private movie showing in my head…
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| Which button do I press for re-run?
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| And how do I catch the waking edge?
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| The edge of a dream about someone.
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| Well, you know, I felt her in my dream last night…
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| Now the sheets are cold beside me. |