| Great expectations I have to find
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| I want to tell you what it was like
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| My recollection is not too clear
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| So much hope and so much fear
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| Long conversations into the night
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| Not like that, oh no, not so black and white
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| The great temptation’s to try and please you
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| Play with you thought and mind and tease you
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| If I could tell my story in a song
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| I’d have to make it fast, yes it’s very long
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| Many shades of grey between the right and wrong
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| Day for night, night for day
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| All the stories on this way
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| Feel the fire burn away
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| So turn the lights down low, come over here
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| Stay with me, don’t go, you’ll see my characters appear
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| The storyteller’s magic doesn’t lie
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| He’ll make you laugh to make you cry
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| Real for me is real for you
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| What I say is almost true
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| Day for night, night for day
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| All the stories on it’s way
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| Feel the fire burn and play
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| The story’s ended now you’re on your own
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| Let’s say a little prayer, go home |