| We turn our heads, lower the eyes
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| Is it painful, too disgraceful to be seen
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| We build a castle weak but high
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| Walls to ward off rude awakenings from a dream
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| The castle then the ruins left
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| The load of a thousand dreams
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| Beyond the reach of eyes and ears
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| Horizons call and seem to hold
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| Life of gold
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| We carry on and bravely bear
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| The weight of years in which we’ll face the odds
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| For all we know you will be there
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| The masquerade goes on forever and we’re caught for life
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| An endless journey guided by
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| The pull of of mighty streams
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| Beyond the reach of eyes and ears
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| Horizons call and seem to hold
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| Life of gold
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| Many a morning you’ll wake up and find
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| That it’s right
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| Only you by me side
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| Needing me, say you do
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| Let me see you through |