| Time and meaning never seem to flow as one
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| What holy was to yesterday has sunken down
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| Without it’s crown, and oddly without sound
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| Your golden calf in the Hudson drowned
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| Ten times a whiteout of the mind, now we’re
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| The world’s best dreamers
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| It might just be that we’re all going nowhere fast
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| But even so I would not trade a single day
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| I’m skating off, with a sad-looking grin
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| Remember me as you remember a dream;
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| Ever fleeting in flickering lights
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| Like a memory fading slow when the day comes
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| And takes us back to playgrounds
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| Full of rolling stones, to the mountain village
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| When we’d rest our bones
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| And gently dream, like children of the sun
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| On easy street, where our lives begun
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| When fun and games were all we had, before
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| The world deceived us
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| Some might say that were stuck in the past
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| But somehow there’s never truth in their eyes
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| Just stand aside, cause we’re off to blue
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| We’re on our way to the wild me and you
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| If you listen close you can hear our
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| Hearts beat loud with the sound of a dream
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| Hold on brother, sleep well; |
| our love is falling over
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| You young soldier, be strong
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| We’ll be watching over you, young sister
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| Come home lover, come home soldier
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| Weaving the dreams for you |