| I dreamed I rolled on the ocean floor
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| In the sunken bones of a broken ship
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| On the shadow line where whispers creep
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| To the world above from the world beneath
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| On waves of silver I dreamed of gold
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| 'till I lost the peace that dreaming gives
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| I dreamed of the moment of my own death
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| That no one ever dreams and lives
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| I dreamed I sailed to the mirrored edge
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| Of that murky world for an iron bell
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| That dragged me down to the ocean bed
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| And rang to mark where my shadow fell
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| On waves of silver I dreamed of gold
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| 'till I lost the peace that dreaming gives
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| I dreamed of the moment of my own death
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| That no one ever dreams and lives
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| That no one ever dreams and lives
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| That no one ever dreams and lives
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| I dreamed I slept on the ocean bed
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| And a silent grave of silver sand
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| Rolled in the sway of an iron bell
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| I’ve heard it said when they go to sea
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| On stormy nights you can hear her moan
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| She tolls for the mourning of her own death
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| And echoes here on the village stones
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| On the waves of silver I dreamed of gold
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| I dreamed of the moment of my own death
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| That no one ever dreams and lives
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| That no one ever dreams and lives
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| That no one ever dreams and lives |