| I seen you go down to a cold mirror
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| It was never clearer in my era so You lick a shine upon your forehead or Check it by the signs in the corridor
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| You light my ways through the club maze
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| We would struggle through the dub daze
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| I see myself in there upon my lover
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| It’s how you go down to the men’s room sink
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| Sad we talk of how madmen think
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| I see myself in there upon my lover
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| I don’t know her from another miss
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| I don’t know you from another
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| See me run now you’re gone… dream on Why you want to take me to this party and breathe
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| I’m dying to leave
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| Every time we grind we know we severed lines
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| Where have all those flowers gone
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| Long time passing
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| Why you keep me testing, keep me tasking
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| You keep on asking
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| Toy-like people make me boy-like
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| Toy-like people make me boy-like
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| They’re invisible, when the trip it flips
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| They get physical, way below my lips
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| And everything you got hoi-polloi like
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| Now you’re lost and you’re lethal
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| And now’s about the time you gotta leave all
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| These good people… dream on Nicer than the bird up in the tree top
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| Cheaper than the chip inside my lap top
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| All the variations you could do with me Nicer than the girl up in your mind you’re free
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| Automatic crystal remote control,
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| They come to move your soul
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| You’re gonna fade into the background
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| Like a better smoke’ll bring you back round
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| Like a man slide inside you my dear
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| Your cheap beer’s filled with crocodile tears
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| See 'em run now you’re gone… dream on Toy-like people make me boy-like
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| Toy-like people make me boy-like
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| I found a reason
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| I found a reason
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| Dream on Dream on Dream on |