| Waking up in empty hallways
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| And all ovation’s gone
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| The glamour is dead
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| We’re spectors at the dawn
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| Still you lie asleep beside me
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| Within a pile of sherds
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| Two mimes in the raw
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| None left of the avent-garde
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| With lights low
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| And hopes high
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| We’d make the world our stage all night
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| 'Cause this play in our dreams
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| Was meant to be our masterpiece
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| With lights low
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| And hopes high
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| We’d give it all to shine a light
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| But this play in our dreams
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| Was just a farilytale as it seems
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| Oh 'cause this play was all dreamed
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| Our script, already written
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| With pomp and circumstance
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| With no one to tell
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| It’s only a song and dance
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| In the glance you shot at me
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| While ambling out the hall
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| I felt all your love
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| But saw our curtain fall
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| With lights low
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| And hopes high
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| We’d make the world our stage all night
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| 'Cause this play in our dreams
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| Was meant to be our masterpiece
|
| With lights low
|
| And hopes high
|
| We’d give it all to shine a light
|
| But this play in our dreams
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| Was just a farilytale as it seems
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| Oh 'cause this play was all dreamed
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| With lights low
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| And hopes high
|
| We’d make the world our stage all night
|
| 'Cause this play in our dreams
|
| Was meant to be our masterpiece
|
| With lights low
|
| And hopes high
|
| We’d give it all to shine a light
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| But this play in our dreams
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| Was just a farilytale as it seems
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| Oh 'cause this play was all dreamed |