| Something started crazy
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| Sweet and unknown
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| Something you keep
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| In a box on the street
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| Now it’s longing for a home
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| And who can say what dreams are?
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| Wake me in time to be lonely and sad
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| And who can say what we are?
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| This is the reason for dreaming, yeah
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| And now our bodies are the guilty ones
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| Who touch
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| And color the hours
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| Night won’t breathe
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| Oh, how we
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| Will fall in silence from the stars
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| And whisper some silver reply
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| Whoa…
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| My pulse is gone and racing
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| All fits and starts
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| Oh, window by window
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| You try and look into
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| This brave new you that you are
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| And who can say what dreams are?
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| Wake me in time to be out in the cold
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| Who can say what we are?
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| This is the reason for dreaming, yeah
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| And now our bodies are the guilty ones
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| Our touch
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| Will fill every hour
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| Huge and dark
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| Oh, our hearts
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| Will murmur the blues from on high
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| And whisper some silver reply
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| Whoa…
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| And now our bodies are… |