| Sorry that he left you
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| But what else was a man to do?
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| Sit around while you drown
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| Inside your well studied fround
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| And I’m sorry that he left you
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| But what else was a man to do?
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| When his spirit could not bloom
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| As long as you were in the room
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| And I know you hold my name
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| To validate some fallen throne
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| When you have your own true lane
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| To blame for tournishing your home
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| You still hold my name
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| To validate some fallen throne
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| When you have your own true lane to blame
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| You could be dreaming and I’m dreaming
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| Dreaming, just dreaming
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| Dreaming, just dreaming
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| Dreaming, dreaming
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| And I’m dreaming
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| Just dreaming
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| And I’m dreaming
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| And I’m dreaming
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| Sorry that I represent
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| The laying down of some dream
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| But dreams are not to be won or lost
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| They are to be dreamed
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| And life is always moving
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| Like love moves at its own will
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| My question to you then would be
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| Why do you sit so silent
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| And still hold my name
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| To validate some fallen throne
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| When you have your own true lane
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| To blame for tournishing your home you
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| Still hold my name |
| To validate some fallen throne
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| When you have your own true lane to blame
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| You could be dreaming and I’m dreaming
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| Dreaming, just dreaming
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| Dreaming, just dreaming
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| Dreaming
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| And you have your own true lane to blame
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| You could be, dreaming, dreaming
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| Dreaming, dreaming
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| Dreaming, dreaming
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| Dreaming, dreaming |