| You, afloat in a lost world of dreams
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| A mystical maker of schemes
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| Emotionally on my means
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| Me, no more than a grain of sand
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| And lost on the beach of your land
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| Unable to understand
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| When you’re near
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| Reality loses its hold
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| And loneliness tears at my soul
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| But what goes on inside your mind
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| And while I know
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| That fantasy drives us mad
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| It really can’t be so bad
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| To let it take me one more time
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| Love, the chances are so very few
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| Excuse me for the strange things I do
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| I’m drowning in an ocean of you
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| When you’re near
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| Reality loses its hold
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| And loneliness tears at my soul
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| But what goes on inside your mind
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| And while I know
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| That fantasy drives us mad
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| It really can’t be so bad
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| To let it take me one more time |