| Dream of me, baby
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| In a place far away from here
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| And dream that we made it
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| Now we see what is crystal clear
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| 'Cause this life, this lonely, lonely life
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| Always caught on winter’s edge, cuts you like a knife
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| I know that there’s somewhere, everything is bright
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| And one day I’ll call that life I dream of this life
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| Dream of me, baby
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| In a land far across the seas
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| The darkness has faded
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| Dappled light is falling through the leaves
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| 'Cause this life, this lonely, lonely life
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| Always caught beneath the wheels broken by the night
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| I know that there’s somewhere everything is bright
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| And one day I’ll call that life I dream of this life
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| 'Cause this life, this lonely, lonely life
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| Is cold as snow and hard as stone, darker than the light
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| I know that there’s somewhere, everything is bright
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| And one day I’ll call that life I dream of this life |